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!

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

courtyard of the academy. It was still dark, but Shang could

There were about 50.

best

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

in theory regarding one

of them were the best when it came

the best students in the

one very

of the 50 students wore red

was nearly

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

quickly realized

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

the Advanced Grade. What about the

understandable. They were still too weak and too new.

were several students of the Intermediate, Late, and Preparation Grade

he was the reason why there were

moment,

rarely visit other lessons.

like they are completely

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

now, they are the most numerous

he saw

special focus on the red

was like they were the most important

"Shang?"

over at Astor, who

"Yes?" Shang asked.

are you doing

had received and showed it to Astor. "I

and confusion at

It was real.

But how?

but he also knew very well of

since he was so young, he was also far weaker than the

emblem, one needed to

also knew that Shang definitely wasn't among

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

Shang was weak.

nothing about the

did Shang manage

actually some hidden progeny

was the son of the King of the Skythunder

didn't make any exceptions for anyone unless the other side could

Mages were

was just as surprised as you," Shang