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

left his room and walked out towards the courtyard of the academy. It was

There were about 50.

these 50 students represented the best of the best in each

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

of them were the best in theory regarding one

them were the best when it came

best students in

one very surprising

50 students wore red

nearly a

red uniforms in the academy, but nearly all

Shang quickly realized

and that he could only take five people of the Advanced Grade

look at the Advanced Grade. What about the Intermediate or Preparation

the Beginner Grade here, which was understandable. They were

were several students of the Intermediate, Late,

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

that moment, Shang

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

are completely separate from the other

techniques of the school, but we still mingle with other

now, they are the most numerous

hadn't noticed it previously, but as he saw so many red

special focus

were the

"Shang?"

who looked at him with

"Yes?" Shang asked.

doing here?"

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

and confusion at

It was real.

But how?

also knew very well of Shang's

since he was so young, he

order to get an emblem, one needed to be among the

he also knew that Shang definitely wasn't among the

he couldn't have been here long enough to learn everything was to know about the surroundings. That meant

Shang was weak.

nothing about the theoretical

how did Shang manage to get

actually some hidden progeny of a foreign

he was the son of the

make any exceptions for anyone

True Mages

just as surprised as you,"