Sword God in a World of Magic

Yes, the teacher in front of Shang was Astor. Right now, he was at the Early Commander Stage, and his Battle-Strength felt about average to Shang.

"So, you're a teacher now, huh?" Shang asked with a friendly smile.

Astor looked around and saw that everyone was looking at them.

"Greetings, Count Sword," Astor said, taking a step back and bowing politely.

Shang raised an eyebrow. "Is this really necessary, Astor? We're friends."

When Astor heard these words, a surprised expression appeared on his face. But then, his expression transformed into an uncomfortable one.

"I'm sorry, Count Sword, but I have to get back to teaching."

When Shang heard that, a small tinge of sadness appeared inside his chest, but he quickly got used to it.

'Yes, what have I even been expecting?'

"I understand," Shang said. Then, he turned to the students of Astor's class. "Your teacher taught me many things when I was young. He is very knowledgeable and very experienced. You can count yourself lucky for having such a teacher."

The eyes with which the students looked at their teacher became more respectful, and there was even a bit of wonder and shock in their eyes.

Shang nodded once more at Astor and turned around.

'What did I even think when I said that?' Shang thought as he walked towards the main building.

'Astor has probably heard that I returned 20 years ago. Maybe he even searched for me or waited for me to look for him.'

'Yet, instead of doing that, I completely vanished. I never looked for him to talk or anything like that.'

'I've been in the same class as Astor for two years, but 30 years have passed since then.'

'Friends? At most, we are old acquaintances.'

Shang released a silent sigh.

me, but that's due to the long isolation of training. When there is no external stimulus, time passes at a

others, it must feel like I have been gone for their entire life. Obviously, they wouldn't view me as someone

would react any differently. She would probably just greet me respectfully but with a cold voice,

difficult to talk to Mattheo, but that's because Jerald is raising him to become

when Shang thought about Mattheo, he felt very distant from

more like a youngster than someone of Shang's age, even though

huh?' Shang thought as he looked at the sky.

feel like my friends anymore, and the colossal giants I've

Shang remembered

the trial, Shang realized what his future would turn

had no connection with him

training in isolation as they slowly

was already a

already begun learning

were no longer the same people, and to the same extent, Shang

my friends, but that's because we are all of similar power

also deteriorate. After

stepped into the building and walked into

this world, and I'm certain that there are many people much

his hand on a wall. A moment later, the wall opened, and a staircase that

manage to

because they didn't

everyone else

'Of course not.'

the stairs

up with them and even surpass them, I have to sacrifice more

time with friendships, outings,

want to become the most powerful, I must dedicate

that moment, an image

Shang and George were much older, and

a sad and

a pain I have to

through the basement and opened

a long