I Became a Supporting Character in a Martial Arts Novel (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
Peace reigned without any notable incidents after that day.
I went about my daily routine as usual, and Grand Elder checked in on my training briefly once every two days.
By the time winter deepened, a letter arrived from Master.
To Haheun.
I had said I’d reach Mount Hua in forty days, but something came up, so I’ll be a bit later than planned. I’m sorry for breaking my promise.
I’ve already spoken separately to Elder Jineung, your Grand Elder—be sure to listen well to him. Don’t skip meals, and make sure you go to sleep early enough.
I’ll bring you a gift when I return.
“Hmm.”
The letter was quite short. It seemed hastily written during a brief stop, and no reason for the delay was given. At first, I tilted my head in confusion, but after a moment’s thought, I guessed why.
‘Come to think of it, it’s about time he showed up.’
My junior disciple.
The presumed protagonist of this unnamed martial arts novel.
I don’t recall if the original specified the exact timing, but it’s highly likely this is the right period—because of the age issue.
‘…He’s probably my age or one or two years older. If he were younger, no matter how talented, Master wouldn’t take him as a direct disciple right away; he’d likely wait and admit him later as a third-generation disciple.’
Generally, the ideal age to begin martial arts training is early teens.
In prestigious clans, children undergo Bone-Scouring and Marrow-Washing (Balmoseosu) soon after birth to shape their bodies for martial cultivation.
Thus, they could theoretically start learning martial arts before age ten, but families prominent enough to afford such procedures rarely send their children to sects anyway.
Therefore, sects typically select disciples between ten and fifteen—children whose basic physical structure is formed but not yet fully matured.
‘Fifteen is really the upper limit.’
Because in some cases, rapid development completes skeletal growth by then.
‘Unless there’s a reason like this—exceptional talent that the sect can’t afford to lose, yet too old to wait a few more years for third-generation admission—it’d be hard to create another exception like me.’
Since my junior disciple hasn’t even begun martial arts training yet, it’s only natural that bringing him along would take longer than Master traveling alone via lightness skill.
Even at the earliest estimate, Master wouldn’t arrive at Mount Hua until after the new year. By then, I’ll be thirteen.
‘So if he’s one or two years older than me, he’d be fourteen or fifteen—just meeting the age requirement for discipleship. If I, a transmigrator, got special privileges, the protagonist surely has the talent to meet that condition too.’
Well, that’s how it is.
Adjusting my grip on the sword, I let out a soft sigh.
In the original story, ‘Haheun’ was a villain meant to catalyze the protagonist’s emotional growth—forcing him to witness both the loss of his master and another’s suicide firsthand, delivering early psychological trauma and shock.
‘But now that someone else is in this head, none of that should happen.’
I intended to maintain a decently ordinary senior-junior relationship. Only then could I take another step toward becoming a well-adjusted adult, as I’d resolved after receiving the Dao.
Well, honestly, as long as I don’t bully him, things should go smoothly enough, right?
[This is the timeline separator]As I’d anticipated, Master returned after the new year.
“Sister, Master Yubaek brought a boy with him.”
And this part unfolded exactly as I’d expected too.
Senior Martial Brother Ryu, who’d grown closer to me than any other senior or junior sibling since the last incident, came over and whispered to me.
Though I’d already suspected this, hearing it for the first time, I tilted my head and asked,
“Really?”
“Yeah, didn’t you hear? I just saw Master Yubaek earlier.”
“He didn’t mention anything like that to me.”
Probably because it was already too late in the day for introductions.
Master had arrived after sunset. When he’d come to see me briefly last night after reporting to the Sect Leader, it was already fully dark.
“I see.”
After a thoughtful pause at my reply, Senior Martial Brother spoke again, his expression cautious.
“Actually, it was the same when he brought you. This likely means that boy might become Master Yubaek’s disciple too.”
“Hmm.”
I just shrugged. I’d already anticipated this outcome, so it hardly mattered now.
Surprised by my nonchalant reaction, Senior Martial Brother hesitated, then spoke again.
“…Heun-ah, Master Yubaek might take on a new disciple, you know?”
“Yes, so I’ll have a junior disciple of my own then.”
“No, it’s not confirmed yet, so we can’t be sure…”
Trailing off uncertainly, he studied my face closely and asked,
“Wait—aren’t you feeling… worried? Threatened? Anything like that?”
“Suddenly?”
“You’ve been the only one receiving Master Yubaek’s personal instruction. If he takes another disciple, he won’t be able to focus on you the way he has before.”
I laughed softly, as if deflated.
Though I’m moving around fine now, strictly speaking, less than a year has passed since my entire family was wiped out, leaving me alone. An ordinary thirteen-year-old would still be emotionally unstable.
In such a state, if the only adult you rely on brings home someone your age—likely in a similar tragic situation—it wouldn’t be strange to feel anxious or threatened, just as Senior Martial Brother suggested.
Just as the original ‘Haheun’ had.
“Well, does it really matter that much?”
After all, I’d already resolved not to act that way.
But at my reply, Senior Martial Brother suddenly clutched his throat as if his blood pressure spiked, then—forgetting his earlier whisper—raised his voice loudly.
“No, of course it matters! The First Sword of Mount Hua! One-on-one! Attention…! Instruction…!”
Startled by his abrupt intensity, I stared at him wide-eyed. He, in turn, seemed to abruptly lose steam mid-fervor and looked back at me blankly.
“Me… I think I just realized something watching you. Maybe this is how people destined to connect with the Dao are supposed to be. I was just a guy with a bit of strength—I never had the makings of a true Daoist.”
What on earth is he talking about now…?
As I stood speechless, Senior Martial Brother kept going.
“I’m truly done with all this. I’ll leave and live in the secular world. Open my own sect there and be called Sect Leader. So you must inherit Master Yubaek’s title and become the First Sword of Mount Hua. Then I can proudly tell everyone that the First Sword of Mount Hua is my junior martial sister…”
“Ah, sure… Do as you please, Senior Brother.”
Why does he keep having these strange realizations?
[This is the timeline separator]The next day.
Truthfully, I expected to either meet my prospective junior disciple today—the one Master had brought—or at least hear some explanation about him.
But unexpectedly… Master didn’t mention him at all.
He examined my face more closely than the previous night, remarked that I’d grown a bit taller, and gave me a sword pendant as a gift.
Afterward, he checked whether I’d consistently practiced the Six Harmonies Sword, and—seemingly satisfied—only promised to teach me the Seven Plum Blossom Sword and Jade Maiden Sword before leaving, just as he’d pledged earlier.
Right—he’d covered everything except any mention of a new disciple.
‘Should I feign curiosity and ask first?’
It wasn’t just feigned curiosity anymore; I was genuinely curious now…
But I had no time to dwell on it. Just as before, Master immediately began demonstrating the Seven Plum Blossom Sword.
“Shall you try practicing as far as you can on your own again this time?”
He added one more sentence afterward.
“Don’t feel pressured.”
He probably worried I’d get anxious if I couldn’t replicate my previous feat—having learned the Six Harmonies Sword after a single viewing—especially since the Seven Plum Blossom Sword was somewhat more complex.
But I… did it again.
Though not as smoothly as with the Six Harmonies Sword, I still memorized the entire form after just one demonstration.
‘So it works.’
I didn’t want to keep using that phrase, but I silently reaffirmed once more that I indeed possessed some transmigrator’s advantage.
The same applied to the Jade Maiden Sword.
In truth, the Jade Maiden Sword was passed down exclusively among Mount Hua’s female disciples. It was designed for women, who generally have less arm strength and grip power than male swordsmen.
Compensating for lesser strength with speed and flexibility.
Rather than clashing head-on, its core principle involved softly redirecting force, deceiving the opponent’s eyes with swift movements, and slipping inside their guard to gain advantage.
Thus, though Master himself had no need to learn it, he seemed to have studied it thoroughly since taking me as his disciple.
‘But if it’s only been less than a year since he took me in…?’
Indeed, Master was a true genius—not a fake one like me, who keeps thinking ‘So it works’ every time he draws his sword. Even now, as I perform the Jade Maiden Sword, I’m still thinking exactly that…
“Well done.”
Once I’d finished the Jade Maiden Sword passably, Master openly beamed with satisfaction and praised me without restraint.
“Just keep practicing the Seven Plum Blossom Sword and Jade Maiden Sword diligently, as you’ve done with the Six Harmonies Sword.”
“Yes.”
“However, due to our differing genders, there are clearly aspects of the Jade Maiden Sword I fundamentally cannot grasp. So learn from me first, but I’ll also speak separately to some of your junior martial sisters and Sago—they’ll demonstrate the Jade Maiden Sword for you a few times. Observe their forms closely.”
“Understood.”
Just then—
“Martial Uncle Yuwon!”
A senior martial brother came running from afar, calling out to Master. Reaching us quickly, he relayed a message to Master, who turned toward him.
“The Sect Leader is looking for you.”
“The Sect Leader?”
“Yes, he wishes to see you immediately…”
“Hmm.”
Master sighed softly, then turned to me.
“I must go for a bit. Rest for about an hour. After that, resume practicing the Six Harmonies Sword.”
“Yes.”
Master gently ruffled my hair, then nodded to the senior martial brother. They promptly headed toward the Sect Leader’s hall.
Midway, the senior martial brother glanced back and waved at me. I waved back.
Thus, I unexpectedly found myself with a break. As I sat cross-legged on the training ground, retying my hair, a presence suddenly approached.
“Hello, Sect Leader.”
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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I feel complicated about her future fellow disciple. She could have had it easy but he is going to make it more difficult for her. I am sure of it
This part was interesting, especially the way everything was explained and master and haheun part is so cute. I wonder what will happen next.
This part was interesting, especially the way everything was explained and master and haheun part is so cute. I wonder what will happen next.