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!

He found it a bit weird to refer to a

the academy. It

There were about 50.

represented the best of

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

in theory regarding one of the

best when it came

were the best students in

was one very

of the 50 students

was nearly a

the academy,

Shang quickly realized

he had five spots and that he could only take five

look at the Advanced Grade. What about

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

there were several students of the Intermediate, Late, and

he was the reason why there were 15 red

moment, Shang realized

They rarely talk, and they rarely visit

completely separate

the actual techniques of the school, but we still mingle with other students

are the most numerous students

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

academy put special focus on the

was like they were the most

"Shang?"

looked over at Astor, who looked at him with

"Yes?" Shang asked.

are you doing

he had received and

with shock and confusion

It was real.

But how?

he also knew very

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

to get an emblem, one needed to

he also knew that Shang definitely wasn't among the

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

Shang was weak.

Shang knew basically nothing about

how did Shang manage

hidden progeny of a

son of

didn't make any exceptions for anyone

True Mages

surprised