Sword God in a World of Magic

Shang opened his eyes deep in the night. Due to the Day of Chaos, Shang had decided to sleep again.

The last couple of days had already been a pain. The bloodied face had returned from time to time in the last couple of days. It wasn't nearly as bad as back then, but it was still very noticeable.

The last night had been horrible. Just like before, Shang felt his entire world break down as he tried to sleep. Everything had appeared hopeless and senseless.

But, eventually, Shang managed to go to sleep.

He wasn't sure what he had dreamt about, but he was pretty sure that he had dreamt of something bad.

Why?

Because Shang found spots of blood on his bed.

He guessed that he had probably scratched himself bloody during his sleep, and due to his high tolerance for pain, he didn't even wake up.

However, as a new day began, Shang felt much better.

Last night, he had felt horrible, which stood in stark contrast to how Shang felt right now.

He was alert and full of energy.

Shang stood up, showered, and shaved.

After getting dressed, Shang looked at his bed.

It was filled with dried blood, and it smelled quite badly.

He had done that.

'Moment of weakness,' Shang thought. 'I have to get used to the crueler side of the world. The more used I get to everything, the easier my life will become.'

Shang kept looking at the bloodstains.

To him, it felt like he was leaving his old self behind.

Shang dissociated from his past self last night.

"Well, doesn't matter. Let's go," Shang said to Sword.

Yes, that was the name of Shang's sword, Sword.

After they had trained a couple of times, Shang had found out that he didn't know Sword's name, which was why he had asked.

Sword simply said that it was a sword, and it wanted to be called as such.

Shang had asked why Sword didn't want a unique name.

Sword's answer was that its name would eventually be unique.

One day, if someone said the word sword, they would think of Sword.

It was not a sword.

It was the Sword!

that Sword wanted to be called Sword. He found it a bit weird to refer to a

walked out towards the courtyard of the academy. It was still dark, but Shang could already see

There were about 50.

the best of the best

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

them were the best in theory regarding one

of them were the best when it came to using

the best students in

there was one very

50

was nearly a

uniforms in the academy, but nearly all of them

quickly realized

said that he had five spots and that he could only take five people of the Advanced Grade with

Vice-Dean wouldn't only look at the Advanced Grade. What about the Intermediate or

Grade here, which was understandable. They were still too weak and too new. They wouldn't be able to understand

the Intermediate,

per grade, he was the

that moment, Shang

they rarely

they are completely separate

we can't learn the actual techniques of the school, but we still mingle

the most

as he saw so many red uniforms, he

focus on the

they were the most

"Shang?"

looked over at Astor, who looked at him with

"Yes?" Shang asked.

are you doing here?"

he had received and showed it to Astor. "I got

looked with shock and confusion at the

It was real.

But how?

also knew very

he was so young, he was

order to get an emblem, one needed

Shang, but he also knew

was to know about the surroundings. That meant that he also couldn't have been chosen by

Shang was weak.

Shang knew basically nothing

Shang manage to

he actually some hidden progeny of

the son of

anyone unless the other side could be

True Mages were no

just as surprised as you," Shang