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!

He found it a bit weird to refer to

the courtyard of the academy. It was still dark, but

There were about 50.

50 students represented the best of the best in each

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

the best in theory regarding

of them were the best when it came to

were the best students

was one very

the 50 students

nearly a

uniforms in the academy,

Shang quickly

had five spots and that he could only take five

wouldn't only look at the Advanced Grade. What

They were still too weak and too

the

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

that moment,

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

completely separate from the other

Caterpillar Class is already special since we can't learn the actual techniques of the school, but we still mingle with other students

are the most

it previously, but as he saw

special focus on

was like they were

"Shang?"

who

"Yes?" Shang asked.

you doing here?"

had received and showed it to

looked with shock and confusion at the

It was real.

But how?

Shang, but he also knew very well

since he was so young, he was

get an emblem, one needed to be

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 also couldn't

Shang was weak.

knew basically nothing

Shang manage to get

some hidden

was the son of the King of the

Vice-Deans and the Dean didn't make any exceptions for anyone

Mages were

surprised as you,"