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!

it a bit weird to refer to a sword as Sword, but if that

academy. It was still dark, but Shang could already see several

There were about 50.

these 50 students represented the best of

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

them were the best in

of them were the best when it

were the best students in the

was one very

of the 50 students wore

was nearly a

uniforms in the academy, but nearly all of them

Shang quickly realized

that he had five spots and that he could only take

at the Advanced Grade. What

no students from the Beginner Grade here, which was understandable. They were still too weak and too new. They wouldn't be able to

of the

grade, he was

that moment, Shang realized

rarely visit other

completely separate

the actual techniques of the school, but we

now, they are the most numerous students

he saw so

academy put special focus on the

were the most important

"Shang?"

over at Astor, who

"Yes?" Shang asked.

doing

out the token he had received and showed it to Astor. "I

with shock and confusion

It was real.

But how?

Shang, but he also knew very well

young, but since he was so young, he was also

one needed to be among the

he also knew that Shang definitely

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

Shang was weak.

basically nothing about the

did Shang

some hidden progeny of a foreign

the son of

any exceptions for anyone unless the other side

True Mages

as surprised as you," Shang