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

Chapter 32: Team Effort

Aeden quickly assigned the trainees into pairs, forming ten groups in no time.

"Man, I’m excited to try out Miss Aeden’s sword techniques!" one of them said eagerly.

"Oh? Aren’t you afraid I’ll pull tricks on you like Mister Völun did?" his partner teased.

"Bring it on, then!"

Aeden smirked at their enthusiasm before addressing them.

"Since all of you have been paired up, spread out so you don’t get in each other’s way. You may begin when ready."

As the trainees moved into position, she turned to a lone figure who had yet to be assigned.

It was the entrance guard from before—the man who had lost his family in the accident.

"And as for you…" Aeden gestured toward him. "Since you don’t have a partner, I’ll assign you to Völun. Are you fine with this arrangement?"

"Yes, ma’am," the man replied without hesitation.

"Wait, wait, wait. Why , though?" Völun asked, clearly caught off guard.

"What do you mean? You didn’t help train them earlier, so of course, you’re going to do it now," Aeden stated matter-of-factly.

"But… I just finished a duel with you…"

"And? Didn’t I spend the entire time training them your help? Now that I’m giving you the opportunity to fulfill the duty Sir Alguis assigned us, do you really dare to slack off again?"

Völun opened his mouth to argue but immediately realized he had no way to counter her logic. With a sigh of defeat, he scratched his head.

"F-Fine! Sheesh…"

Reluctantly, he took the wooden sword Aeden handed him and walked over to the former entrance guard.

The man greeted him with a respectful bow.

“I hope you take care of me, Sir Völun.” 

“Mhm,” Völun replied in a low tone, gripping his wooden sword.

Aeden watched as the twenty-one trainees, including Völun, began their sparring sessions. Though they struggled to apply the techniques they had learned earlier, she was relieved to see them at least trying to incorporate the fundamentals.

But this was only the beginning. 

For that, they needed to master the basics first. A strong foundation would allow them to devise their own techniques in the future—ones that could help them survive against monsters far more dangerous than anything they had ever faced.

Aeden turned and spotted the pile of real swords still lying on the ground.

Aeden walked toward the pile of swords, but just as she reached them, something occurred to her.

"Wait… I forgot Mister Soru was here too!"

She quickly looked around, intending to apologize to him. But to her surprise, he was nowhere to be seen.

“Eh? Where did he go?”

After a brief

"Where should I place these finished pikes so they can be lifted and set into the ground?" Soru asked.

"Uh… from there to there," Reika said, pointing between two spots.

Soru turned toward the pile, counting a total of eleven pikes. Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand. In an instant, all of them vanished into thin air.

Reika and Veylir’s eyes widened in shock.

A second later, the missing pikes reappeared neatly near the designated area, ready to be erected. The sight didn’t just startle them—Alguis and the workers also witnessed it.

At first, they were stunned, but it quickly faded. Rumors about Soru's extraordinary and convenient ability had already spread throughout the settlement, so seeing it firsthand wasn’t all that surprising.

"Even though I knew Mister Soru had that strange ability, I never imagined it would be this useful!"

"Of course! With his ability, doing tasks like this became more convenient than ever!"

Reika stepped forward, activating her ability. Alongside Alguis, she softened the ground to help the workers insert the logs more easily.

The afternoon passed, and they decided to call it a day. As they looked at the unfinished barricade, they were surprised by how much progress they had made.

"To think we managed to surpass our expected progress… It's all thanks to Mister Soru's help!"

"Yeah! We saved so much time and effort on building these barricades!"

Soru overheard their conversation and glanced at them. Their smiles and cheerful expressions stood out to him.

He looked down at his palm, lost in thought.

A tap on his shoulder pulled him from his thoughts. He turned to see Alguis smiling at him.

"Thanks for your help, Mister Soru! With you around, the construction went faster than we ever expected!"

Alguis gave him a thumbs-up, his grin unwavering. Soru glanced back at the workers as they returned to the site, their energy still high despite the day's labor.

"...You're welcome."

Before they could say more, Reika approached them, Veylir walking beside her, chatting along the way.

"I thought you'd just stand around observing us the whole time. I was honestly surprised when you decided to help," Reika said as she reached him.

"Master Soru might not seem interested at first, but once he gets involved, he turns into a surprisingly capable fellow!" Veylir added with a grin.

"I only helped a little, that's all," Soru replied.

Alguis overheard their conversation and chimed in.

"Mhm. Mister Soru is a capable individual, indeed!"

With that, the group made their way back to the settlement alongside the workers. As they arrived, they encountered Aeden and Völun, who had just wrapped up their first day of training the volunteers in basic swordsmanship. The dwarves greeted Alguis with a respectful bow.

"Sir Alguis!"

Aeden’s gaze briefly shifted to Soru.

"Mhm. How did the training go with the volunteers?" Alguis asked.

"It went smoothly," Aeden replied. "Their proficiency isn't great yet, but they've shown signs of improvement. Considering it's only been a day, that’s promising."

"That's good to hear…"

Together, they headed to the communal grounds for dinner. Laughter filled the air as villagers shared stories about their first day of preparation for the coming wave. Though they had been anxious at the start, a new energy had taken hold—an eagerness to stand together and defend their home.

The second day arrived, and everyone resumed their assigned tasks. Meanwhile, Soru approached Aeden regarding his training in the Phantom Combat Technique.

"I apologize, Mister Soru. I was so occupied with training the others that I completely forgot about yours," Aeden admitted.

"It's okay," Soru replied.

Aeden paused for a moment.

"If you're still up for it, we could train after dinner. How does that sound?"

"I'm fine with that."

With their agreement settled, they parted ways.

Meanwhile, Reika and Veylir were back to their usual task—processing logs using their abilities.

As they worked, Reika decided to bring up something that had been on her mind for the past two days.

"Uh, Veylir… I've been thinking about this for a while. Would you mind hearing a request of mine?"

Veylir paused, glancing at her curiously.

"It's rare for you to ask me for something. Go on, what is it?"

"W-Well, since you're one of the oldest entities on this continent, I—"

"Hold on a second. I'm not old, you know? If my lifespan were the same as yours, I'd be about twenty-one."

Reika gave her an annoyed look.

"A-Anyway," she continued, clearing her throat, "since you've here much longer, I was wondering… do you know how to wield any weapons?"

Veylir’s eyes widened slightly.

"Oh, I see where this is going…"

She placed a hand on her chin and closed one eye, striking a dramatic pose as if she were some wise scholar.

"Basically, you want me to teach you some Weapon Arts?"

"W-Well, something like that…" Reika muttered.

"Hmm… I never thought you'd take an interest in that…"

Veylir let the thought settle before continuing.

"…But I should tell you, I've only mastered  Weapon Art. Dragons, after all, don't such meager techniques in combat—"

"If you know even one, then you teach me!" Reika interrupted.

Veylir took a step back as Reika leaned in too close, her face practically glowing with excitement.

"...Alright, alright! I-I guess I could teach you," Veylir relented.

"Sweet!"

Scratching her cheek with a tiny claw, Veylir looked away.

"W-Well, don't get your hopes up. I only know the fundamentals—it's not like I'm proficient or anything..."

"That's fine! That should be enough for me~!" Reika chirped.

Veylir edged away again, keeping some distance before Reika could close in on her.

"So, what kind of weapon art is it?"

Suddenly, Veylir’s expression turned serious. Reika immediately noticed and adjusted her composure.

"Oh, i-it's just the basics of Spear Arts," Veylir said. "Nothing fancy. I never really bothered learning its complexities."