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!

to be called Sword. He found it a bit weird to refer to a sword as Sword, but if that was what it wanted,

out towards the courtyard of the academy. It was

There were about 50.

the best of the

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

the best in theory regarding

when it came to

the best students in the

was one very surprising

the 50 students wore

nearly

barely any red uniforms in the academy, but nearly all

Shang quickly realized

spots and that he could only take five people of the

the Advanced Grade. What about the Intermediate

was understandable. They were still too weak and

students of the Intermediate, Late, and Preparation

spots per grade, he was the reason why there

that moment, Shang

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

almost like they are completely separate

special since we can't learn the actual techniques of the school, but we still mingle with other

now, they are the most

noticed it previously, but as he saw so many red uniforms,

academy put special focus on the

like they were the most important

"Shang?"

who looked at him with

"Yes?" Shang asked.

you doing here?"

received and

with shock and confusion

It was real.

But how?

also knew very

very young, but since he was so young, he was

emblem, one needed

but he also knew that Shang definitely wasn't among the

know about the surroundings. That meant that he also couldn't have been chosen by

Shang was weak.

Shang knew basically nothing about the theoretical

did Shang

hidden progeny

the son of the King of

and the Dean didn't make any exceptions for anyone unless the

Mages were

just as surprised as