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

“Training, huh? Good to see you’re still maintaining your shape and skills,” Alguis remarked.

“It’s nothing much, sir,” Aeden replied.

“Yeah! We just don’t want our skills to get rusty,” Völun added with a grin.

Alguis turned his attention toward Soru, who was still running laps around the training grounds.

“And… would you care to explain that to me?”

“Ah, err…”

Aeden hesitated before explaining everything. She told Alguis that Soru had asked to learn the Phantom Combat Technique from her and that she had been training him whenever they had free time.

“I see…” Alguis murmured. “But to think he chose a restraining type of Body Art instead of an offensive one…”

“Strange, right?” Völun chimed in. “I was surprised too. I thought for sure Mister Soru would be more interested in offensive techniques.”

“Indeed…” Aeden nodded.

A brief silence followed, only to be broken by a familiar voice behind Alguis.

“I’ve completed the task.”

Aeden blinked in surprise and turned to see Soru standing behind Alguis, his breathing steady as if the intense workout had meant nothing to him.

“Ah, y-yeah. Good work, Mister Soru,” Aeden said.

“Are you alright, Mister Soru?” Alguis asked.

Soru simply nodded.

“T-That’s good to hear then…” Alguis replied, slightly taken aback by how unfazed he seemed.

While they were talking, Völun glanced around, scratching his head.

“Huh… I wonder where those goblins went off to. I haven’t seen them since I woke up.”

“I already escorted them out of the settlement. They went back to their village,” Alguis answered.

“Eh? But, sir, didn’t you entrust me with escorting them back?” Völun asked, clearly confused.

“Some unforeseen events occurred, so they left earlier than planned.”

“Unforeseen events…?”

At Völun’s prompting, Alguis recounted what had happened earlier that morning to him.

“Hm… That’s unfortunate,” Völun muttered. “Well, prejudices between races are common in this world. At least they seem used to it… Still, it’s a shame they have to deal with that kind of treatment.”

“Indeed. And thanks to Miss Reika, the conflict was resolved before it could escalate further,” Alguis added.

He then shifted his gaze to Aeden and Völun, noting their heavy breathing. They were clearly trying to mask their exhaustion in front of him.

“You don’t have to hide it from me. Take a break,” he said.

At his words, both Aeden and Völun exhaled loudly in relief.

“Puhaa! Thank you, sir! My muscles are killing me—I couldn’t hold it in any longer!” Völun groaned.

The group moved toward a nearby log to rest. As soon as they arrived, Aeden and Völun collapsed onto it, looking completely drained.

“You two look exhausted. How long did you train?” Alguis asked.

“Thirty to forty minutes, I think? I wasn’t really keeping track,” Völun admitted.

“That short? And you’re this worn out?” Alguis raised a brow.

Since dwarves naturally had superior stamina, their fatigue built up much slower compared to humans. Both Aeden and Völun exchanged awkward glances.

“Sir Alguis, the truth is…”

Aeden hesitated before explaining the situation. As she spoke, Alguis’s eyes widened.

“What? Why would you…!?”

His gaze shifted toward Soru, who was sitting quietly, listening without reaction. Lowering his voice, Alguis leaned closer to Aeden.

“Why would you exploit Mister Soru’s abilities like that?”

“I-I apologize, Your Ma—Sir Alguis. I got caught up in the moment… I didn’t expect him to agree so easily.”

Alguis let out a sigh before turning to Soru with a troubled expression.

“Mister Soru, I apologize on behalf of my subordinates for taking advantage of your abilities. Perhaps we should stop—”

“I don’t mind,” Soru interrupted. “As long as we both benefit from our agreement.”

Alguis fell silent, studying Soru’s expression. The young man was calm and composed, as if the arrangement was nothing unusual.

Unable to argue, Alguis sighed again. “As you wish, Mister Soru…”

Scratching his chin, he seemed deep in thought before finally speaking up.

“Say, Mister Soru…”

Soru simply waited, listening in silence.

“If you wouldn’t mind… may I partake in this ‘setup’ of theirs?”

Soru gave a simple reply. “You should ask her instead. She’s the one who came up with the idea. I’m just fulfilling her request.”

At that, Alguis turned to Aeden with a serious look.

Aeden, caught off guard, quickly straightened up. “Ah, yes! Sir can definitely join!”

Suddenly, Alguis stood up.

“Since you’ve had your break, the training must continue—this time, with me included.”

“But, Sir Alguis, my muscles are still aching… Perhaps we should—”

“Is there a problem, Völun?”

Völun gulped. Unable to argue, he sighed in defeat and stood up. Aeden followed shortly after.

“But first, I’d like to adjust the setup.” Alguis turned to Soru. “Mister Soru, is it possible to…”

He leaned in and whispered his request. Soru listened without reacting and simply nodded in agreement.

Satisfied, Alguis faced Aeden and Völun once more.

“For the next thirty minutes, you two will fight me. And to make things more interesting, Mister Soru will transfer all my fatigue to the both of you.”

Aeden and Völun froze.

“Huh?!”

Völun immediately stepped forward, waving his hands.

“B-But sir! That means your stamina—”

“No more complaints.”

Alguis cracked his knuckles while grinning.

“This will serve as punishment for defying my orders.”

Völun’s face turned ghostly pale. His body trembled too.

“T-This is your fault, Aeden!”

“S-Shut up! I didn’t expect this either!”

With a confident stride, Alguis walked to the center of the training grounds and took his stance.

“Let’s get started!”

Aeden and Völun exchanged one last glance before slowly dragging their feet toward him, their enthusiasm completely drained.

Soru took a few steps back as the match began. Without a word, he observed in silence, focusing solely on using his ability. As Alguis moved with relentless precision, all the fatigue he accumulated was seamlessly transferred to Aeden and Völun.

...

Not far from the training grounds, villagers tending the fields were busy pulling weeds and collecting scattered leaves. They worked diligently, ensuring the crops remained healthy.

Among them, three female villagers carried bundles of dried leaves. Following Reika’s instructions, they gathered the fallen leaves and dumped them into a pit. They had been told to let them decay over time, eventually turning into fertilizer for the plantations.

“This vermicompost thing we’re doing… is it really that effective?” one of them asked while tossing leaves into the pit.

“I don’t know. We’ll see in a few weeks. All we can do is wait,” another replied.

“Hey, we still need to gather worms and put them in the pit. We should hurry before sunset,” the third one reminded them.

“Yeah, right.”

With that, they headed toward the nearby forest, arriving a few minutes later. One of them carried an empty wooden bucket as they scanned the area.

“So… how exactly do we find these worms?”

“I’m not sure. They like to hide under rocks and leaves, so digging them out won’t be easy.”

“Ugh, we should’ve brought more people instead of just the three of us…”

Before they could continue, something suddenly flew in front of them.

“Hmph. You seem troubled, humans. Need my help?”

The three of them flinched in surprise.

“Y-Y-You…!”

“You’re the familiar Miss Reika introduced to us this morning…!”

The third villager glanced around warily, checking their surroundings.

“If you’re here, that means Miss Reika is also—”

“No. Master Reika is busy at the moment.”

Veylir flapped her wings, rising a little higher.

“Instead, I will assist you low—err… humans—with your task. You should be grateful!” she declared proudly.

The villagers exchanged glances but showed no particular reaction.

“Is that so…”

“Did Miss Reika instruct you to help us?” one of them asked.

Veylir hesitated for a moment, then lowered herself slightly.

“Uh… not exactly…”

“D-Does that mean you’re helping us of your own free will?”

Veylir twitched.

“Y-Yeah, I guess so…”

The three villagers looked at each other and nodded.

“We are grateful for your assistance, kind familiar!”

Hearing them accept her offer, Veylir gave a satisfied nod.

“Umu. That’s the response I wanted to hear.”

She turned, scanning the area.

“So, what exactly do you need help with?”

One of the villagers explained that they had been tasked with gathering worms from the vicinity.

“Hm. That sounds easy.”

Veylir ascended higher, closing her eyes as she focused on the surrounding aeon. The villagers watched in silence, unsure of what she was doing.

“That familiar of Miss Reika is strange… What is it even doing?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s sensing the worms?”

“Silence. I’m concentrating,” Veylir said sharply.

The three fell quiet. Moments later, Veylir’s eyes snapped open.

“Found them.”

She stretched out her small arms.

<Light Wind>

A soft breeze swept through the area. To the villagers’ astonishment, worms hidden beneath the soil and leaves began to rise into the air, floating weightlessly.

They stared in awe, speechless at the sight.

“What are you standing around for? Go gather those worms!” Veylir snapped.

“A-Ah! Yes, we will!”

The three villagers hurriedly began collecting the floating worms, dropping them into the wooden bucket. What would have been a tedious and exhausting task had been made effortless thanks to Veylir’s ability.

They repeated the process three times until the bucket was filled to the brim.

“Phew! We finished way faster than expected!”

“Yeah! And it’s all thanks to Sir Familiar!"

Veylir, who had been hovering nearby, flew toward them.

“I believe our task here is complete,” she declared.

“Yes, Sir Familiar!"

“Thanks for the help, Sir Familiar!"

Veylir twitched, her wings faltering slightly.

“I-If that’s all, then I shall take my leave.”

She turned away but suddenly stopped mid-flight. The three villagers blinked in confusion.

Without looking back, Veylir spoke.

“Let me remind you—I am not a male familiar, but a female one.”

And with that, she soared away. 

The three villagers stood there in silence, watching the small dragon disappear from their vision.

“To think we got her gender wrong…”

“I-I mean, her voice was kind of misleading. Mistaking her for a male is pretty reasonable.”

“Now that I think about it… do all familiars have the ability to talk?”

The other two turned to her, considering the question.

“Now that you mention it, this is the first time I’ve ever seen a familiar that can actually converse with us.”

“Well, of course. It’s also our first time seeing one up close!”

Suddenly, one of them chuckled.

“Pft! You’re right!”

“Maybe all familiars can talk. I mean, Miss Familiar could.”

The three of them laughed as they gathered their bucket and made their way back to the plantation.

Meanwhile, Veylir wandered through the fields. Following Reika’s advice, she decided to interact with humans by helping them with their tasks.

She assisted by carrying buckets of water, pulling out weeds, and even using her abilities to clean the area. With her unexpected help, the villagers finished their work much faster than expected.

“Thank you, kind Familiar!”

“Thanks for your help!”

“Thank you very much!!”

Veylir received plenty of gratitude as she wrapped up her assistance. However, instead of responding, she simply turned and left without saying a word.

That’s enough interaction for today…

With a graceful beat of her wings, she took off into the sky. The villagers watched her departure, smiles lingering on their faces.

“That familiar was surprisingly kind.”

“Indeed. Miss Reika is lucky to have such a helpful companion.”

But at the mention of Reika’s name, the atmosphere shifted. The villagers fell silent, recalling the events of that morning.

“W-Well… both of them are kind to others, so their personalities are alike… right?”

No one answered. Instead, they exchanged uneasy glances, the same thought weighing on their minds.

They had upset Reika somehow—and they couldn’t shake the feeling that they needed to make things right.

“S-Should we apologize to Miss Reika?”

“Of course we should!” they all answered in unison.

After tidying up the tools they had used in the field, they made their way back to the settlement, determined to apologize to Reika.

...

On the other side of the settlement, Völun, Aeden, and Alguis were still engaged in their hand-to-hand combat training. Sweat dripped from their brows as they exchanged blows.

“Come on, Völun! We’re the ones suffering from your fatigue, yet you’re the one struggling to keep up!” Aeden snapped.

“What do you expect in a two-versus-one fight?! Even both you and Sir Alguis are exhausted, and I’m not even—”

Before he could finish, Alguis suddenly threw a heavy punch straight at him.

“Enough with your excuses, Völun.”

Völun barely managed to deflect the strike, redirecting Alguis’s fist away from him.

“I wish I could just sleep all day instead of fighting like my life’s at stake…” he grumbled.

A short distance away, Soru remained silent, observing the match while constantly transferring Völun’s accumulated fatigue to Aeden and Alguis.

Earlier, Alguis had made a new suggestion—once time was up, Soru would use his ability on Aeden and, finally, on Völun. That way, all three of them would have a fair chance to fight at their best.

As the training continued, Veylir flew around the settlement, her eyes scanning the area. Eventually, she spotted Soru sitting on a log, watching the dwarves fight. Curious, she flapped her wings and descended toward him.

“Hello, Master Soru.”

Soru heard her voice and briefly glanced around. Upon seeing that it was just Veylir, he returned his gaze to the sparring match without saying a word.

Veylir blinked in surprise.

Urk…!

“W-Well… what brings you here, Master? Are you observing them?”

“Yes,” Soru answered curtly.

Veylir hesitated. His short response left little room for conversation, making it difficult for her to continue.

Soru, noticing her pause, glanced at her once before speaking.

“I am also here to fulfill their request.”

“Request?”

“They asked me to continuously transfer his fatigue to them while they train.”

Veylir’s eyes widened.

“You’ve been doing this the whole time?”

Soru paused for a brief moment before answering.

“More than an hour or so.”

Upon hearing his answer, Veylir’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“D-Didn’t you feel tired at all? I mean, constantly using your ability for more than an hour sounds exhausting!”

“It’s fine. It doesn’t bother me at all…” Soru replied calmly.

Veylir fell silent, trying to process his words.

How could that be?! Using an ability for such a long period should wear anyone out, yet here he is, doing it without breaking a sweat…

The more she thought about it, the more something felt off. A realization crept into her mind.

Now that I’m seeing his ability up close… what kind of power does he truly have?

She recalled everything she had observed so far—how he could transfer fatigue, redirect damage, and even teleport people and objects in an instant.

A spatial-type ability? she speculated. But… I don’t sense any spatial fluctuations when he uses it. It doesn’t make sense at all!

A spark of determination flashed in her eyes.

There’s only one way to find out…

<Appraisal>

In an instant, information flooded her vision—and what she saw left her completely stunned.

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Race: Dwarf

Gender: Female

Abilities: <Heat Resistance> <Extrasensory Perception> <Physical Enhancement>

Status: Exhausted

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“Huh…?”