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!

bit weird to refer to a sword as Sword,

his room and walked out towards the courtyard of the academy. It was still dark, but Shang

There were about 50.

students represented the best

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

were the best in

them were the best when

best students

there was one very surprising

the 50 students wore

nearly

any red uniforms in the academy, but nearly all of them had

quickly realized

he could

wouldn't only look at the Advanced Grade.

was understandable. They were still too weak and too new. They wouldn't

students of the

per grade, he was the reason why there were 15

that moment, Shang realized

uniforms are only very rarely amongst other students. They rarely talk, and they rarely visit other lessons. They are

are completely

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

they are the most numerous

he saw so many red uniforms, he noticed

put special focus

was like they were the most

"Shang?"

Astor, who

"Yes?" Shang asked.

doing here?"

token he had received

shock and confusion

It was real.

But how?

liked Shang, but he also knew

so young, he was also far weaker than the other

to get an emblem, one needed

he also knew that Shang definitely wasn't

Battle-Strength was very weak, and he couldn't have been here long enough to learn everything was to know about the surroundings. That meant that he

Shang was weak.

Shang knew basically nothing about

Shang

hidden progeny of a

of the

the Dean didn't make any exceptions for anyone unless the other

Mages were

just as surprised