The Ability to Shift Anything is Convenient, Even in Another World!

"Individual-type?" Reika asked, confused.

"On rare occasions, certain individuals are born with a unique ability that only they can possess in their lifetime. These abilities are called Individual-type, one of the two subclassifications of Inherent Abilities."

"Inherent Abilities stand apart from other types because they can only be accessed under specific conditions. Take Individual-type abilities, for example."

"Individual-type abilities are unique to a single person from birth, and as long as that individual exists, no one else can wield the same ability. It may reappear after their death, but the interval could take years—possibly even centuries," Veylir explained.

"The other subclassification is Racial-type, which is distinct in its own way. These abilities are categorized by the race of an entity. Take me, for instance. As a member of the Draconic Race, I possess a set of Racial-type abilities exclusive to my kind."

"Is that so...?"

Suddenly, an absurd idea struck Reika. Without hesitation, she closed her eyes.

"Draconic Race... Draconic..." she murmured.

In an instant, an immense aura filled the room. It was faint yet overwhelming, spreading in the blink of an eye.

"Wait. That... This is absurd!"

Veylir wasn’t mistaken. Right before its eyes, Reika had activated an ability that only members of the Draconic Race should be able to use.

"Am I seeing things? This is Draconic Aura!"

For the first time in its life, the Wildfire Dragon witnessed a human using an ability with no connection to their racial origin. A human who could wield something exclusive to dragons.

"How did you...? Was that one of the functions of your Contract ability?!"

Reika deactivated the aura, and it instantly vanished. Fortunately, it hadn’t leaked beyond the house—if it had, everyone in the settlement would have collapsed under its intensity.

"Yes. You said Draconic Aura was a Racial-type ability that only members of the Draconic Race could access, right?"

"Yes... But—"

"I was curious about the limits of the Contract ability, so I tried using it, even though it should have been impossible. But to think I could actually do it despite being human..."

"That Individual-type ability of yours is simply overpowered! If you have that cheat ability, not only do you not need to worry about ability acquisition, but you can also access abilities that should belong solely to certain races!" Veylir exclaimed.

"Eh? That's..."

"Wait. If you can use abilities from a different race, does that mean you could also use their Individual-type abilities?"

"I don't know... Do you have one? I've never tried it before, so maybe we could test it with yours."

"E-Even though I'm one of the Six Calamity Dragons, I don’t possess one. Perhaps my existence isn't special enough to obtain it, despite being one of the strongest monsters on the continent..."

Reika noticed Veylir’s expression darken. Wanting to lift the dragon's spirits, she quickly spoke up.

"Hey, don’t worry about it. Even if you don’t have one, why does it matter? You’re already strong without that kind of ability!"

Veylir's expression shifted at Reika’s words. A newfound confidence replaced its gloom.

"You're right. With my fiery flames alone, I’ve laid waste to countless enemies and earned the title of Calamity Dragon. I should be proud of that!" Veylir exclaimed, now in high spirits.

"Now that’s the spirit!"

Just as their conversation was picking up, Reika’s stomach let out a loud growl.

Grrrrmmmb~

Veylir tilted its head, confused by the strange noise.

"What was that?"

Reika’s face flushed with embarrassment.

"Reika... Was that your—"

"I haven’t eaten since yesterday, okay?" she huffed.

Veylir blinked, then suddenly burst into laughter.

"Pft! Puhahaha!"

"What are you laughing at?"

Realizing its reaction, the dragon quickly tried to compose itself.

"Yeah, yeah. I apologize..."

"Anyways!" Veylir grinned. "Since I’ve told you everything about abilities, maybe it’s time we fill your stomach instead?"

"Yes, I think it’s time..."

Feeling the growing urge for breakfast, Reika stood up and headed for the door. But just as she was about to step outside, she paused, her eyes widening.

Her clothes were different.

"My uniform...!"

"Oh, was that the outfit you wore yesterday? A young woman changed your clothes since they got dirty. What was her name again...? Ah, right—Sylva."

Reika quickly checked her undergarments.

She even changed my undies, huh...

After confirming, she hurried off the bed, with Veylir following beside her. As they walked toward the door, Reika suddenly slowed down.

"Veylir. I've been wondering for a while... what is your gender, anyway? I’ve had trouble referring to you properly this whole time."

Veylir blinked at the unexpected question, then matched her pace.

"Well... unlike humans, dragons have a unique constitution when it comes to gender and reproduction."

"Oh?"

"When a dragon is in its infancy, we don’t have genders. We’re born without reproductive organs, and those only develop as we grow older—based on our own desires and preferences."

"Then, since you're not an infant anymore, what gender did you choose?"

"Isn't it obvious? Of course, I chose to be female!"

"Yeah, figures. I just wasn’t sure since your voice is kind of... androgynous."

"Hey! A voice has nothing to do with gender. There are plenty of reasons why voices differ, you know?"

"Yeah, yeah, you’re right. Whatever..."

Reika finally reached the door, pushed it open, and stepped outside. The village was already lively, with people busy tending to their daily tasks. She turned to her side—only to realize Veylir was gone.

Oh, right... She has to stay hidden from others.

As Reika wandered through the village, a familiar figure caught her eye. Sylva, standing in the distance, waved her hand to get her attention.

"Reika! Over here!"

Reika turned to see Sylva waving at her, a bowl in hand, likely eating her breakfast. The sight of food made her stomach grumble again.

Grrrmmb~

Without hesitation, she hurried over. Sylva set her bowl down on the table and picked up another one.

As Reika reached her, Sylva poured the last spoonful of soup and handed the bowl over.

"Here you go. Hope you like my cooking!"

Reika accepted the bowl and sat on a log next to a house. Sylva joined her. As Reika ate, the warmth of the soup filled her stomach, finally easing her hunger.

"What took you so long? Weren’t you starving?" Sylva asked between bites.

Reika paused for a moment before answering.

"Erm… I rested for a bit. I only got up when my stomach finally grumbled."

Sylva burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! You actually waited for your stomach to tell you when to eat? That’s hilarious!"

Embarrassed, Reika simply chuckled without saying anything. Minutes later, Sylva finished her meal and stood up.

"I’ve got something to do, so I’ll head off. If you want more, there’s plenty in that pot over there. See you later, Reika!"

Reika nodded, watching as Sylva walked away, leaving her alone. She continued eating in silence, savoring every bite. But even after finishing her bowl, she still felt a lingering hunger. Deciding to get another serving, she stood and approached the pot—only to notice someone else heading the same way.

She glanced to her side and saw Alguis, holding a bowl in his hand.

"Oh, going for seconds too?" he asked.

"Yeah. I need to catch up since I skipped dinner last night..."

They each took some food and sat down together on the same log. As they ate, Reika suddenly recalled what had happened the previous evening while she was unconscious.

"Mister Alguis, how are your injuries?"

Alguis paused for a brief moment.

So that strange creature finally told her, huh...

"Yes, I'm fine. That familiar of yours healed my wounds using its ability."

Reika let out a relieved sigh.

"I apologize on Soru’s behalf. What he did was reckless."

"You don’t have to apologize, Miss Reika. It was my fault for not explaining to Mister Soru what had actually happened to us. Besides, he already apologized that night for the trouble he caused."

Hearing that there was no lingering conflict between them, Reika felt a weight lift off her chest. They quietly finished their meal, watching the bustling settlement come to life.

As Reika chewed, an image of Soru flashed through her mind.

By the way… where is he now?"

...

Hyaaah! Hup!"

"Hahh! Hyah!"

In the distance, Soru silently observed Aeden and Völun exchanging blows in an intense training match.

"Even though your Warhammer Arts are slightly better than my Axe Arts, you won’t beat me in close-quarters combat!" Aeden declared.

She launched a powerful punch at Völun. He barely managed to block it, but the sheer force sent a numbing shock through his arms.

"Kugh!"

Völun quickly jumped back, trying to create distance.

Damn... The gap in our raw strength is ridiculous!

Just as he was about to adjust his stance, Aeden suddenly disappeared from his line of sight. Alarmed, he frantically scanned the area.

Where did she—

"Caught you!"

"What!?"

Völun’s eyes widened as he looked down—Aeden was crouching right in front of him.

Before he could react, she struck.

Unbeknownst to him, Aeden had sprinted to her left, slipping just out of his field of vision. Then, in a swift move, she slid across the ground and closed the distance before he even realized what had happened.

Without a moment to react, Aeden kicked both of Völun's legs, knocking him down in an instant.

“Ghkk!”

Völun hit the ground hard. Aeden stood over him, disappointment clear on her face.

“Is this the extent of your combat skills? You rely so much on your weapon that you’ve neglected your own body!”

While Aeden scolded him, Völun secretly grabbed a handful of dust. Waiting for the right moment, he threw it into her eyes.

“Gaaah…?!”

Aeden recoiled, her vision clouded as she instinctively covered her face, rubbing at the irritation. Seizing the opening, Völun kicked her hard in the stomach.

“Uwoooggh!”

Aeden was sent sprawling, groaning as she clutched her abdomen.

“Yahoo! Another one bites the dust!” Völun cheered.

Literally!

Tears welled in Aeden’s eyes, washing away the dust. She glared at Völun.

“You little…!”

Without hesitation, she tackled him, pinning him to the ground. Grabbing both his legs, she stretched them to their limits.

“OW! Owww! OOOWWWW!”

“You pull a cheap trick on me, then turn your back to your enemy? Are you trying to get yourself killed?!”

“Owww! Stop! Stopp! I’m sorry!!”

Soru, watching from the sidelines, found himself intrigued.

I’ve seen in some shows that using your body as a weapon is useful when you want to avoid collateral damage… Maybe it’s time to learn a few moves.

He stood and approached them mid-session. The moment the dwarves noticed him, they scrambled to their feet, straightening up.

They both remembered Alguis’s warning from the night before.

"You shouldn't provoke that person. Be mindful of your actions and attitude around him. Despite being human, I sense no remorse or hesitation in his movements. Killing us would be effortless for him."

"Mr. Shin... What do you want from us?" Aeden asked cautiously.

Soru slowly lifted the corners of his mouth, mimicking a smile. Völun noticed the odd expression and frowned, whispering to Aeden.

"Was that kid... faking his smile? It looks like he's mocking us..."

Before he could say more, Aeden stomped on his foot, silencing him. Völun winced, biting his lip to keep from yelping.

"Ahh... I apologize for his rude behavior, sir. I hope you don’t mind," Aeden said, glancing at Soru.

She studied his blank expression, waiting for a response.

"Those moves you used earlier... could you teach me how to do them?"

Aeden's eyes widened at the unexpected request.

Does he mean… the Body Arts we performed earlier?

"Uh... S-Sure, we can teach you. But it's more complicated than it looks..."

"The techniques you saw are called 'Phantom Combat Technique,'" she explained after a brief pause.

"However… it might not be in your best interest to learn it."