I Became a Supporting Character in a Martial Arts Novel (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
Gazing wistfully at the stairs visible over Master’s shoulder, I worried about how I’d manage to climb them again. Meanwhile, Master strode steadily forward, never slowing his pace as he cut through the mountain path.
At the end of the trail, we turned slightly to the side and found a path decent enough to be called “walkable.” Around there, Master set me back down, so I hurried after him, staying one step behind.
After walking a while—though not long—a steep uphill path appeared before us. Just as an uneasy feeling made me hesitate, Master’s voice reached me.
“This place is too low to have a proper name. Can you see the summit?”
This is considered low?
Feeling even more uneasy, I reluctantly nodded.
“Yes.”
When I looked up at Master, he gave instructions with a perfectly calm expression.
“Keep your mind calm, steady your breathing, and maintain a consistent stride. This master will wait for you up there—reach the summit before sunset.”
…Ah, seriously? Is this really happening?
[This is the timeline separator]After the first day of training, I repeated the same routine every day for roughly three months.
During that time, spring had quietly turned into summer.
I woke early each morning to cultivate inner arts and regulate my breath, and in the afternoons, I climbed mountains—because, according to Master, I needed to build basic physical strength before even touching a sword.
And it wasn’t just mindless climbing. Though it felt unfair for a child with short legs, I hadn’t forgotten what Master had said on the first day.
〈Keep your mind calm, steady your breathing, and maintain a consistent stride.〉
If I’d truly been just a twelve-year-old, I might have ignored Master’s words and gone whichever way felt easiest.
But my mind was that of an adult.
‘Besides, in martial arts novels, masters rarely say anything without purpose…’
Whether I should call it knowledge from another world or the rules of this novel’s genre, I had some awareness of it, so I decided to exercise adult patience.
‘Well, I don’t feel anything special yet.’
But life usually works that way, so I just kept going. Something would come eventually. My stamina had improved significantly, making things much easier now.
On the first day, I’d reached the summit only to collapse, carried back to the sect gate dangling in Master’s arms. Now, I could meet Master at the summit, descend together, and walk under my own power up “those stairs—which I still suspected were built just to torment us, but since there was no other path, I had no choice but to use them”—and enter the sect gate on my own two feet!
‘…Wait, am I actually happy about something like this?’
Shaking my head lightly, I sat down in the center of the practice hall.
Early morning—the time to begin the day, as always.
I slowly calmed my mind and began meditating. It was the process of centering myself before regulating breath and energy.
Though I was inhabiting someone else’s body from the start, I should have grown used to it by now—but strangely, I still felt unfamiliar with myself.
‘Maybe it’s because I look inward at myself every day like this.’
In truth, it went beyond unfamiliarity; sometimes I sensed an inexplicable dissonance that gave me an uneasy chill. But I didn’t want to dig too deeply into it, so whenever I felt it, I chose to ignore it.
Unless uncovering it brought some benefit, my instincts warned me otherwise—it wouldn’t help to know right now. So it was better to let it go quickly.
After all, any spare time for thinking should be invested in grasping insights.
‘Though calling it an “insight” might be a bit of a stretch…’
Still, while practicing continuously, something would occasionally flash through my mind.
The profound principles within the inner cultivation manual, the meaning embedded in the incantations, how they harmonized with this body—things like that.
It might be something my thoughtful self had realized alone, or perhaps fragments from “that book”—whose title I still couldn’t recall—surfacing like glimmers from beneath the water.
Either way, if it was the former, I’d feel proud; if the latter, it still counted as insight in the broader sense.
But if I didn’t immediately seize that fleeting moment and fully explore it, it would scatter as quickly as it came. Even grasping it in the first place wasn’t easy.
It felt as if someone were deliberately sweeping my thoughts away with a broom.
Once missed, no matter how hard I tried to recall what it was, it wouldn’t come back—so I had to focus as much as possible.
When my mind was completely at peace and the birdsong drifting through the small window no longer disturbed me, I slowly activated my inner energy and began circulating it along the meridians of the Six Harmonies Mind Art.
At first, there had been slight hesitation, but now my inner energy flowed smoothly through the meridians without obstruction.
Probably because this body was still young and carried little accumulated impurity. It also helped that I’d taken spirit pills even before starting formal training and Master had once opened my meridians for me.
‘I do feel a sense of accomplishment when I notice things like this…’
After finishing the circulation and slowly opening my eyes, I saw Master standing by the door.
“You’re doing well.”
“Master.”
“Your inner energy is accumulating quickly, and you’re making visible progress.”
He approached slowly, smiling faintly. His footsteps remained quiet and soundless, still incongruous with his large frame.
“Really?”
“Yes. You may believe it. I don’t offer empty flattery.”
Of course, I knew that well. Master wasn’t stingy with praise, but he never handed it out carelessly either. Knowing this, I could genuinely feel happy without doubt.
When I smiled, Master sat right in front of me and gently brushed my hair aside.
“Your quick understanding of the mind art must be why. Keep progressing like this, and soon I’ll teach you other things as well.”
“Yes!”
Though, realistically, today would probably just mean more mountain climbing again.
Still, humans naturally feel renewed motivation when they think they’ll soon learn something new. And…
‘If things keep going like this, maybe I’ll draw fewer disapproving glances than in the original story.’
It was possible my competence was limited only to mind cultivation. But even so, being praised by the First Sword of Mount Hua was no small thing.
Even if someone harbored inner resentment, as long as they didn’t openly show it in front of me, that was enough. It wasn’t that I disliked criticism—I just wanted to avoid drifting awkwardly on the sidelines like in the original plot.
Thinking this made me feel slightly more motivated than before.
[This is the timeline separator]After finishing training that day, I returned to the sect gate with Master as usual.
Just because I’d trained from morning till evening didn’t mean I was free the moment I stepped back through the gate.
Though Mount Hua leaned more toward worldly matters compared to other Daoist sects, it hadn’t entirely lost its Daoist identity.
Thus, after washing up and having dinner, I studied Daoist scriptures to cultivate the knowledge expected of a martial artist and the proper demeanor of a Dao Sect disciple.
Incidentally, Master taught me this as well.
‘Being a master really isn’t easy.’
Perhaps that’s why masters are also called “shifu.”
Seeing how thoroughly Master looked after me, he must have known from the start that taking on a disciple meant taking on a lot of work.
Yet, despite knowing this, he couldn’t turn away a lonely child who’d lost everything—so he took me in, and now gave his utmost, as he’d promised.
〈Since this wasn’t a decision I made lightly, I’ll always strive to be a good master to you.〉
Yes—exactly as he’d said.
Having lived once as an adult myself, I sincerely admired that he could follow through on such a commitment. For someone who’d spent his life training alone with his sword, the fact that he didn’t find me a nuisance already made him an extraordinary person.
Perhaps his greatest quality was that, even as the First Sword of Mount Hua and one of the Ten Great Masters of the Central Plains, he never lost compassion for the young and weak.
Just as I reached this thought while following behind Master—
We’d just turned a corner of a pavilion when a group of people ahead noticed us, turned in surprise, and quickly approached to bow to Master.
“We greet Martial Uncle!”
“We greet Master!”
Master, having sensed their presence long before, accepted their greetings calmly. But I, standing behind him, couldn’t help but roll my eyes in confusion.
‘Since they call him “Martial Uncle” or “Master,” they must be of my same generation.’
Yet all their faces were unfamiliar.
Though I didn’t train alongside the other disciples, three months had passed, so I’d nearly memorized their faces and names.
With so many disciples and so little time together, we weren’t particularly close—but we maintained a decent relationship.
Some would hand me snacks when we met; others still only exchanged awkward glances. Reactions varied, but most were friendly enough.
‘No, that’s not it.’
Anyway, as I silently studied these unfamiliar faces, Master—who’d finished receiving all their greetings—turned to me, pulled me by the shoulder, and positioned me beside him. The man standing at the front promptly asked,
“Martial Uncle, that child is…?”
They’d likely noticed me the moment they greeted Master—his curious gaze had been obvious from the start.
“My disciple. He joined the sect three months ago.”
“Oh?”
The man sounded surprised, but Master offered no further explanation. Instead, he lightly touched my back, signaling me to greet them myself.
“…Hello. I’m Haheun.”
“Ah—uh, hello.”
The flustered man quickly softened his expression and smiled.
He bent down to meet my eye level.
Up close, he appeared to be a gentle-faced man in his late twenties. Matching his kind appearance, his tone was warm as he continued.
“Yes. So you’re Haheun. I never expected to gain such a young junior martial sister… I’m your eldest senior martial brother. You may call me Senior Martial Brother Hagyeong.”
He was the eldest senior martial brother?
‘Now that I think about it, I’ve never actually met the eldest senior martial brother before.’
Having paid no attention to that detail until now, the realization felt somewhat surprising.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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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.