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!

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

the academy.

There were about 50.

represented the best of the best

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

in theory regarding one of the

when it came to

were the best

was one

the 50 students

was nearly

any red uniforms in the academy, but

Shang quickly realized

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

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

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

students of the Intermediate, Late, and

he was the reason

moment,

rarely visit other

like they are completely separate from the other

of the school, but we still mingle with other

they are the most

he saw so many red uniforms, he noticed

special focus

was like they were

"Shang?"

who looked at

"Yes?" Shang asked.

you doing

out the token he had received

with shock and

It was real.

But how?

liked Shang, but he also knew very well

but since he was so young, he was also

emblem, one needed to

knew that Shang definitely wasn't among the

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

Shang was weak.

Shang knew basically nothing about the theoretical

did Shang manage to

he actually some hidden progeny of

son of

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

True Mages were no

surprised as you,"