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 to a sword as Sword, but if

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

There were about 50.

these 50 students represented the best of the best in

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

were the best in theory regarding one of

them were the best when it came

were the best

one

50 students

was nearly

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

quickly

had five spots and that he could only take five people of

at the Advanced Grade. What about the Intermediate or Preparation

were no students from the Beginner Grade here, which was understandable. They were still too weak and

of the Intermediate, Late, and Preparation Grade

the Vice-Dean had five spots per grade, he was the reason why

that moment, Shang realized

other students. They rarely talk, and they rarely visit other lessons. They are also the only ones that have a Vice-Dean teaching

are completely separate from

Class is already special since we can't learn the actual techniques of the school, but we still mingle with other students and share lessons. But the red

the most numerous

previously, but as he saw so many red

academy put special focus

they were the most important

"Shang?"

Astor, who looked at him

"Yes?" Shang asked.

you doing here?" Astor

received and showed it

shock and confusion

It was real.

But how?

he also

very young, but since he was so young, he was also far weaker

get an emblem, one needed to

liked Shang, but he also knew that Shang

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

Shang was weak.

nothing about the

how did Shang

he actually some hidden progeny of a foreign

son of the King of the

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

True Mages were

surprised as you,"