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!

called Sword. He found it a bit weird to refer to a sword as

the academy. It was still dark, but Shang could already

There were about 50.

50 students represented the best of the

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

of them were the best in theory regarding one of

when it came to using their

best students in the

there was one very

the 50 students wore red

was nearly

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

Shang quickly realized

he could only take

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

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

several students of the Intermediate, Late, and Preparation Grade

spots per grade, he

that moment, Shang realized

rarely talk, and they rarely visit other lessons. They are

are completely separate from

the school, but we still mingle with other students

they are the most numerous students

he

academy put special focus

were the most important

"Shang?"

Astor, who looked

"Yes?" Shang asked.

are you doing here?"

the token he had received and

and

It was real.

But how?

he also knew very well

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

get an emblem, one needed to

but he also knew

about the surroundings. That meant

Shang was weak.

nothing about the theoretical

did Shang manage to get

hidden progeny of a

of the King of the Skythunder

didn't make any exceptions for anyone unless

True Mages were

as surprised