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!

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

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

There were about 50.

the best

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

of them were the best in theory regarding one of

the best when it came

the best students

there was one

the 50 students

nearly a

in the academy, but nearly all

Shang quickly

Vice-Dean had said that he had five spots and that he could only

at the Advanced Grade. What about the Intermediate

Beginner Grade here, which was understandable. They were still too weak and too new. They

of the Intermediate, Late, and

five spots per grade, he

moment, Shang

rarely amongst other students. They rarely talk, and they rarely visit other lessons. They are also the only ones that have a

are completely separate from the

we can't learn the actual techniques of the school, but we

they are the most numerous

it previously, but as he saw

focus

they were the most

"Shang?"

looked over at Astor, who looked at him with

"Yes?" Shang asked.

you doing here?"

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

looked with shock and

It was real.

But how?

also knew very well of Shang's

young, he was also far weaker

an emblem, one needed

Shang, but he also knew that Shang definitely wasn't

Battle-Strength was very weak, and he couldn't have been here long enough to learn everything was to know about the surroundings. That meant

Shang was weak.

nothing

Shang manage to get

he actually some hidden progeny of a

son of the King of the

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

True Mages

as surprised