Rikka's implication was that he was laughing at Ash's skills. Makoto on the side felt that the whole battle was strange, but he quickly became immersed in the joy of victory.
"In this way, we win this game, and my voice returns - cough!"
However, before the joy was even half over, she was extremely happy and sad. Makoto hugged her neck and fell to her knees in pain. This time she clearly felt that someone was taking something away from her!
"Makoto!"
Rikka wonders why, Jikochu has obviously been defeated!
Makoto, who was almost speechless, turned to look in the direction where the monster fell, and his expression became dull on the spot. There was no monster there, just a pile of silver-gray coins piled there, all exactly the same as the one in the producer's hand.
Ai's and Ash's fists hit each other's chest at the same time, sparks bursting out and knocking the opponent away at the same time. Just as Ai, who was becoming more and more courageous in the battle, was about to continue the next punch, Sharuru on his waist suddenly spoke.
"Mana, Rikka is calling!"
"Phone! Now?" Ai was stunned. He was fighting Ash right now. With Ash's attributes as a fighting maniac, how could he possibly give her time to answer the phone?
"Um, Ash-sensei, can I take a call first?"
"Okay." Ash put Ziku-Driver away and silently stepped aside.
"As expected... Eh?!"
You actually agreed? The sun is coming out from the west?
"Thank you, there is no Rider who is more kind than me."
"Thank you, thank you..."
Although the last sentence was questionable, Ai still thanked her very honestly.
"Mana~"
Ai was stunned. He had been calling himself Cure Heart before. Why did he suddenly change to such a close nickname this time?
"You said before that you were willing to trust others, right? Then don't answer that call. This is my advice to you."
If possible, I would not imagine telling a child that Santa Claus does not exist, or that there is no Ultraman, nor Kamen Rider, nor Super Sentai in this world. After all, it will make one's conscience hurt...
It's a lie. My conscience won't hurt. I've been so high since I was hit by that light!
"Mana...?"
Ash's words made the girl tangled. She clenched the phone subconsciously, and did not wake her up until Sharuru's worried voice came.
Ai bit her red lower lip, glanced at Ash, who had already released the transformation, and finally made up her mind.
"Sharuru, please take Rikka's phone number!"
"Mana, it's not good!" Rikka's anxious voice sounded at the beginning of the call, and your wife also felt that something was not good.
"What Rikka? And why are you alone, MakotoP where is she?"
"Makoto She——!" Rikka looked back and saw Makoto kneeling in the pile of coins, unwilling tears falling on the silver-gray coins.
"Makoto She can hardly speak anymore!"
"Nani-?"
"This one we encountered is not Jikochu at all, we were deceived!"
We were lied to!
Love's eyes were wide open, and these words kept echoing in her heart. As for who the person who deceived them was, there was no one else.
"The greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment. Reality is such a cruel thing."
Ai looked at Ash blankly. After learning that the producer who told them the truth so righteously had actually lied to them, Ai's brain seemed to explode in an instant, and she fell into a state where she was completely unable to think.
"As a hero, he is deceived by the ordinary people he protects. Tsk, that's too much."
But why?
"However, I still have to remind you one thing."
Ash tapped the gold watch on his wrist. The hands on the dial almost stood up in a line.
"There's only a quarter of an hour left before the time limit. You should hurry up."
Chapter 106: Excessive Dream
"I can assure you that I didn't lie."
"So, who are the people who deceived you? The ladies of DokiDoki! Pretty Cure?"
Ash's words stayed in Pretty Cure's heart, constantly brewing and fermenting, and gradually began to devour the soul. This was a feeling they had never experienced before, and this was the first time they faced such a scene.
As long as the enemy is defeated, as long as the injuries are healed, goodwill is spread among people, and love is spread all over the earth, then the world can be saved and world peace can be achieved.
This is the wonderful work of Pretty Cure who have the name "cure" which means "healer".
However, now facing this scene, the hands of the girls, which they had not been afraid of in the past, are trembling. How are they going to fight?
Is the enemy they want to defeat Jikochu, who was simply corrupted from the contaminated Ling Shen Xin? Or is it something more profound than that?
No matter what, they must seize the time. Now, time is their biggest enemy.
"What, that producer left?!"
"What's wrong, you are so angry?" Vaguely aware of everyone's depressed mood, Aguri, who was left behind, felt something was wrong and became nervous.
"Didn't you defeat that Jikochu?"
"We-" Ai paused for a moment, and after looking at Rikka next to her, he decided not to tell her this possibility, which was a bit too much for a primary school student. "We must find the producer now, Aguri. Do you really have no clues about him?"
"If you're asking about his whereabouts, he probably went in the direction of the props warehouse."
The three of them thanked Aguri and hurried over there. Aguri looked at Makoto with some doubts, who kept his head down and remained silent, so he went to the TV station staff to ask.
"Do you know where Miss Tachibana Mirai is now?"
Where?
Where is the real Jikochu!
Ai, who had just gone through a big battle, didn't even have time to undo her transformation, so she rushed to the new battlefield non-stop. Now she didn't care about her physical condition, and her heart was filled with the thought of saving others.
Arisu, Makoto, waiting for us! We will definitely defeat the enemy and restore what you have lost!
"Rikka, this is the right place!" Rakel's voice came from his pocket, and his chubby fingers pointed to the warehouse where film and television props were stored. The ajar door proved that it was not locked yet. "Can feel the agitation reaction of darkness over there!"
"Jikochu, come out quickly!"
The girls broke into the door and did not see Jikochu. There was only the back of the producer who was sorting something out.
"It's you." The man wearing glasses glanced at them, seemingly not surprised, and then continued to sort things out as if nothing had happened. "As expected, he is indeed Pretty Cure who protects the world."
"——!" Makoto wanted to say something, but only a hoarse sound came out of his throat. Realizing that the problem was serious, the other two people quickly stood up.
"Mr. Producer, that is not the real Jikochu at all! Please, if you know its true location, please tell me!"
"I heard from that Ash." The man continued to answer them without looking back. "That monster was not made by taking out people's hearts like before. It also obeys commands and does not cause damage. In this case, can't you just pretend that it doesn't exist?"
Really, too much nosy.
An idea arose in the minds of the girls. Could it be that Jikochu this time is a monster that can control people's hearts, so that's why he is so willing to help it?
"No..." It is completely opposite to the nature of Jikochu. The elves who represent the existence of positive energy can easily identify the reaction of darkness. Although the person does have a reaction of being exposed to darkness, there is no reaction in the body, which means that no control has occurred.
"This person was not manipulated. He did this kind of thing with his own consciousness, Xia Lu!"
The girls swallowed a mouthful of saliva unconsciously and instinctively began to feel something bad.
"How can you do such a thing!" Ai, who has always been nice to others, shouted for the first time to someone other than Ash: "You may not know that Jikochu has taken away Makoto's voice! How can we pretend that we are invisible!"
"I know."
"Huh?" The girls were stunned at the same time, especially Makoto. She was originally optimistic about this polite producer, but now her eyes widened.
"Because I was the one who ordered it to steal Makoto's voice."
The entire warehouse fell into dead silence because of this sentence, with only the sound of men rummaging for things.
"Jikochu stole the beauty of Kenzaki's voice, and then I added it to water for Mirai to drink. Her voice got better and better. Can't you hear it?"
Gu...
In such a quiet world, even the beating of the heart and the girl's tears can be clearly heard.
"What outrageous thing did you do to Makoto!"
The hearts of the girls were shaking, but the elf Daby couldn't bear what he did.
"Now thanks to Ash-sensei, Mirai is about to become a top idol surpassing Makoto, and her song sales will also top the list for the first time!"
It's a lie, right?
They tried hard to find the truth, but they were deceived. The person who deceived them was the producer who had left a good impression on them and made them trust.
It's just like Ash who suddenly turned against him.
Even though he was not attacked, Ai, who could not accept the current situation, still clenched his fists and knelt down on the ground. His clenched fists made a big hole in the ground unwillingly, startling the man, and even the things he was packing fell and scattered on the ground.
"Why, why would you do such an outrageous thing to Makoto!"
"This is all to realize the dream I made with Mirai!"
The girls noticed that the things scattered on the ground were a lot of microphones, and they all looked broken.
"Six years ago, when I was just a nobody, I met Mirai, who was still working as an extra. We talked happily and finally made an agreement to realize her dream of becoming the number one singer!"
"She has been working hard in various ways. These are the microphones she has roared over the years. I have collected them all."
"It took me six years to get to this point with her, but it only took six months for Kenzaki Makoto to go from debut to becoming number one, six months!"
The producer's voice is sonorous and powerful, containing a person's unwillingness to face the suffering he has experienced. If you don't listen to the content of his tearful speech, you may even think that he is the victim.
"The dream of becoming number one has been placed in front of me. Let me give up now. How can I do this?"
"Is this kind of thing so important?!" When Aishan raised his head, his eyes were filled with anger that had never been seen before. "This dream is based on the sacrifice of Makoto. Don't you understand such a simple truth?"
"Anyway, that Kenzaki Makoto said she was going to retire, right? In that case, why not give her unused voice to my Mirai!"
"Real dreams should be achieved through one's own efforts!" Rikka also wiped away his tears and loudly criticized this man. "You steal other people's power to achieve your dreams like this, and you will never be able to fulfill your true dreams!"
"That Ash is right, you are a group of good kids who won't think about bad things." The man sighed, not sure if it was for someone like himself who was too much, or for them. Then he rummaged through the pile of microphones and pulled out a microphone that was emitting a dark light. "Idealists like you won't understand. I'm a realist."
"For me, who lives in reality, the most important thing is the result!"
Chapter 107 Excessive Ash
"That-that thing is Jikochu Daby!"
Although it is a bit unbelievable, the microphone in this person's hand was transformed into Jikochu. No wonder they couldn't find it no matter how hard they looked for it. This concealed their size. To this extent, unless Pretty Cure could have the clairvoyance of a certain Kryptonian orphan, simply searching would be like finding a needle in a haystack.
Without waiting for them to say anything, the producer lifted the microphone and put it into his lining pocket for storage.
"I won't let you take it away."
"There's nothing you can do, right? Or, in order to defeat Jikochu, Pretty Cure must defeat me, a human being, too?"
"This kind of thing——"
Such a thing!
I can't do it, I can't do it no matter what I think!
Pretty Cure The overly powerful power that came out of the legend should never be used on ordinary people, but in this case, what should they do!?
"Producer——!"
Just when Pretty Cure felt helpless, another familiar voice sounded through the warehouse. Tachibana Mirai was still wearing his work clothes, and he opened the door panting.
"Wei, Mirai!?"
The man who didn't panic at all when facing Pretty Cure, now looked like a different person when he saw Mirai appear, and he seemed to be panicking.
"I, we—"
"No need to say anything, I heard it all!"