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!

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

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

There were about 50.

represented the best

The best hunters.

The best officers.

The best soldiers.

of them were the best in theory regarding one of the

were the best when it came to using their

best

was one very

50

nearly a

the academy, but nearly all of

quickly realized

five spots and that he could only take five people of

the Advanced Grade. What about

was understandable. They were still too weak and too

the Intermediate, Late, and

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

moment, Shang realized

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

actual techniques of the school, but we still mingle with other students and share lessons. But the red uniforms are basically like

are the most numerous students

he saw

special focus on the

was like they were the most

"Shang?"

at Astor, who

"Yes?" Shang asked.

you doing

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

with shock and

It was real.

But how?

but he also knew very well

was so young, he was

an emblem, one needed to

he also knew that

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 that he also

Shang was weak.

nothing about

Shang manage to get

he actually some hidden progeny of

the son of the King of the

didn't make any exceptions for anyone unless

True Mages were no

just as surprised as you," Shang