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!

a bit weird to refer

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

There were about 50.

best of the

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

them were the best in

were the best when

were the best

one

the 50 students wore

was nearly a

red uniforms in the academy, but

quickly realized

had five spots and that he could only take five people

only look at the Advanced Grade. What about the Intermediate

understandable. They were still too

were several students of the Intermediate,

five spots per grade, he was the reason why there were 15 red

moment, Shang

amongst other students. They rarely talk, and they rarely visit other lessons. They are also the only ones that have

almost like they are completely

can't learn the actual techniques of the school, but we still mingle with other students and share lessons. But the

are the

he saw so many red

put special focus on the

they were the

"Shang?"

looked over at Astor, who

"Yes?" Shang asked.

you doing here?" Astor

had received and showed it to

shock and

It was real.

But how?

Shang, but he also knew

so young, he was also far weaker

emblem, one needed to

but he also knew

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

Shang was weak.

Shang knew basically nothing about the theoretical

Shang manage

some hidden progeny of a foreign

of

any exceptions for anyone unless the other side could be a threat to

True Mages were

as surprised