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!

end, Shang accepted that Sword wanted to be called Sword. He found it a bit weird

and walked out towards the courtyard of the academy. It was

There were about 50.

the best of

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

the best in theory regarding one of the

them were the best when

best

was one very surprising

the 50 students

was nearly

uniforms in the academy, but nearly all of them had gathered

Shang quickly realized

that he had five spots and that he could only

look at the Advanced Grade. What

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

of the Intermediate, Late, and Preparation Grade

since the Vice-Dean had five spots per grade, he was the reason why

moment, Shang realized

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

are completely separate from the other

school, but we still mingle with other students and

are the most numerous students

as he saw so many red uniforms, he

special focus on the red

they were the

"Shang?"

over at Astor, who

"Yes?" Shang asked.

you doing here?"

received

and confusion

It was real.

But how?

Shang, but he also knew

very young, but since he was so young, he was also far weaker than

emblem, one needed to be

Astor liked Shang, but he also knew that Shang definitely

enough to learn everything was to know about the surroundings.

Shang was weak.

nothing about the

Shang manage to

hidden progeny of a

was the son of the King of

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

Mages were no

was just as surprised as you," Shang