Yayoi's vigilant eyes scanned the man's body from top to bottom through the gaps in the drawing board, but he couldn't find where the transformation props were kept. Could it be that it's behind the tradition... I, I don't dare touch a man's waist or butt! Disgusting!
Yayoi, who was completely lost in her own thoughts, forgot her fear for a moment. At this moment, she saw a deep purple light out of the corner of her eye. It turned out that Dark Sword Tsukuyomi was pillowed under her arm by Ash, and now it happened to be exposed as she turned over.
This is the real transformation prop of Kamen Rider!? Wrong——
At this time, a bold idea suddenly emerged in Yayoi's mind.
If I secretly take away his props... Although stealing is wrong, if I can make her stop bullying us and give Pretty Cure's power back!
Kise Yayoi swallowed a sip of saliva, mustered up the courage with the corners of his eyes glowing, listened to the man's breathing, and slowly stretched out his hand just as he was about to touch the hilt of the sword engraved with the heraldry of Dark Sword.
[Hello, precure. ]
The next second, a virtual panel popped up in front of her.
"Oooh, don't eat me, I don't taste good!"
Yayoi screamed strangely and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.
At this time, Ash, who was in deep sleep, heard the girl's scream, which happened to make Ash's heart surge and blood boil!
So he turned over in his chair.
Chapter 20 Systematic instigation
Even in an unsuspecting sleep, the ferocious dragon can easily make people who know his fear dare not act rashly. Not to mention that now Yayoi is suddenly confronted by the supernatural being in front of him, and is even more frightened to the point of holding his head in defense.
On the system's virtual panel, a series of ellipses were silently typed.
If you can only squat on the ground and tremble, you can't become the person he wants to save, girl.
The text from the system virtual panel changes again.
[Calm down, girl. ]
Yayoi, who was feeling something, carefully squinted his eyes from the position of holding his head and squatting in defense. He made sure that he had not been really eaten before he dared to read the words on it carefully.
[I'm not him, you can call me System. ]
"Department, system?" Yayoi was mumbling the name, not understanding its meaning.
But because he often reads comics, Yayoi is very quick in thinking about all kinds of fantasies, and he immediately found a similar existence.
This person does seem to be asleep. Could it be said that this panel is an elf-like existence like Tangtang?
Thinking of this, Yayoi also regained his courage out of curiosity. "Then, who are you, and what is your relationship with this person?"
What exactly do you want to do to us? Obviously I no longer have the strength to resist this man...
[These things are not important, you can keep this as a secret between us. ]
The text on the panel changed several times, which only made Yayoi's doubts even more aggravated.
[For him, for this world, and for you, I want you to help him. ]
Help, help him?
Being suddenly asked Yayoi, I was really confused and confused.
But, if I help, what should I help him with? How can I help? Does a man as powerful as him need help from a little girl like me?
No, no!
Suddenly remembering the fear brought by the other party, Yayoi shook his head like a rattle.
"You're talking about helping. It's obvious that this man bullied me and my friends inexplicably. Not only did he seal the power of Smile Pact, but he also..."
Yayoi's condescending gaze not long ago, as if she was looking down on ants, will always be unforgettable. What's even more unforgettable is the will that seemed to negate all her own efforts. How could such an excessive guy accept it?
[He will treat you with such a fierce attitude from the beginning. This is exactly how he values you. ] At the end, another sentence was added that even exceeded the scope of the panel. [This is also a sign of his gentleness. ]
Warmth, gentleness... you call this gentleness?!
Seeing the cold words on the panel, Yayoi's fingers holding the drawing board showed signs of turning white with force. Originally, her heart was filled with fear and doubts about this man, but now it was filled with a new kind of dissatisfaction and resentment.
"Such words, even if I want to believe a stranger, but his words!" Thinking of the way the other person's eyes hurt her and her companions, Yayoi rarely showed angry pupils. "I can't believe it!"
"Even if you say this to me suddenly, I don't know what to do! I, I... I!" As he spoke, Yayoi, whose cute pupils were blurred by tears, kept rubbing his sleeves against his tearful eyes.
"It's too much to say such things to me... well, it's too much!"
It seemed that he was shocked by what Yayoi said. After the system panel paused for a while, the next words were discharged one by one.
[Take a look at the sword with your hand. Just touch it and you'll know why. ]
Go and touch that sword used for transformation?
Reluctantly mustering up the courage, wiping away his tears, Yayoi, who was confused, carefully stretched out his right hand and touched his index finger to the coat of arms at the bottom of the sword hilt.
"Crack."
The small easel that was originally held in Yayoi's arms fell to the ground along with the manuscript paper sandwiched on it.
"Uh-uh, uhhhhhhh!!!"
The look of Yayoi kneeling on the ground and moaning came from the hand of Ash. At this time, Ash, whose hair was messy and covering one of his right eyes, and who looked like he had not slept well and had a low pressure, was pinching Yayoi's soft wrist and gradually twisting it in the opposite direction.
Yayoi, who was covering her arms, wanted to break away, but Ash's hands were like iron pliers, tightly pinching her wrists that were bleeding with red marks. Her left eye was staring at the girl in front of her, sending out bursts of death-like chills. Her heart was instantly controlled by fear and pain again, and she had no sympathy for the girl's cuteness and pity.
"It hurts, it hurts!"
The spilled tears and the cry for mercy did not make Ash let go. Maybe other people would not have the same experience as a child, but Ash obviously did not belong to the category of ordinary people.
"If you don't suffer some pain, you can't keep it in your mind not to touch other people's things." Feeling the trembling of the slender bones in the palm of his hand, Ash let go of his hand and threw Yayoi away just a second before real damage was caused.
"Go away, I'm not interested in people who don't have courage."
Ash, whose sleep was disturbed, was obviously not in high spirits. He watched Yayoi run and cry until he disappeared from his sight, and then Ash changed his name.
"System, is this your instigation again? Really, just cause me trouble."
If she really touches Dark Sword and sees that kind of thing... Tsk, I won't be happy at all.
[I think Ash, you must have someone by your side. ]
"Really, it's enough to have someone next to me who can disturb my sleep." Angrily, he kneaded the panel into a ball of shredded paper and threw it into his body casually.
"Moreover, since I saw that scene and I want to correct the ending, then this is my responsibility, my responsibility alone, and I don't need help from others! They just have to be themselves!"
"As for me, I am enough!"
The system that was reintegrated into Ash's body did not go silent. Instead, it just looked at him, looking at the piles of props in the inventory that symbolized the existence of Ash and people in the past.
Ash, that's why I think you can't do it alone.
Ash was about to move to another place to sleep, but he felt something kicked at his feet. When he looked closely, he saw that it was the original easel of the yellow-haired girl that had happened to be forgotten here.
Ash, who was curious, picked it up and saw something unexpected on it.
"Well..."
Looking at the close-up of himself sleeping on a bench on the drawing paper, with a face as tough as a comic character, Ash couldn't help but smile from the corner of his mouth.
"What? The painting is pretty good."
"But it doesn't look like me at all."
Chapter 21 The duel to decide the direction of Mirai
Standing in the center of a deserted park square, surrounded by several white plaster pillars engraved in the DNA of Tokusatsu Kitchen, Ash stood in the center with his eyes closed and his hands resting on the hilt of the sword, waiting for the existence to challenge the "evil dragon" to appear again.
"Are you coming?"
The man who felt something was muttering to himself in the deserted place, he pulled out the sword from the stone bricks under his feet and threw it to his side. Jaaku Dragon's Wonder Ride Book also appeared in the man's other hand.
"You are finally here."
Looking at the several slender figures walking out from the horizon on the other side, Ash couldn't help but turn the corners of his mouth into a happy smile.
"My hero."
In the first round when Smile Pretty Cure's group met him, three combatants were decisively sealed. At this moment, the only two girls who could continue to fight, Cure Decor, Aoki Reika and Hoshizora Miyuki, holding the transformation bow in their hands with everyone's wishes, walked out from their companions with different expressions.
Before the last defeat when they were unable to fight back, they were still happily fighting monsters with their companions and happily living their daily lives as Pretty Cure.
At that time, the girls had not paid any heavy price and were enjoying the happiness with peace of mind. But now when facing this elusive guy wrapped in darkness, they could vaguely feel...
Their lives seemed to be starting to change in a certain direction.
"Reika, come on!"
The cheers from Qingmei "Zhi" reached Reika's ears. Even though he knew that his chances of winning this battle were not great, Reika still nodded his forehead without hesitation.
In order to put myself on the path called "correct", I must not back down at this critical moment!
"Miyuki, we can't lose!"
"Akane... um!" Since she didn't see Yayoi, she was feeling a little depressed. The call from her friend woke Miyuki up again. After receiving the support, she instantly "resurrected" full of energy.
For everyone, why are there people's smiles in the world, and his smile that is not smiling... I can't lose!
"Although it's a few minutes late... but since you are indeed here, it means you are ready to wake up." Ash, who squinted his eyes dangerously, had an aura as ferocious as a dragon that could make the air anxious. "If you can't cross it, you will lose the qualification of Pretty Cure."
"No, this kind of thing!" In any case, if it can be solved through dialogue, Miyuki doesn't want to fight this person. "I think there must be some misunderstanding between us. There is no reason why we have to fight each other!"
"But if you don't fight, you can't prove anything!" After reading a long preface to Rider Book, he flexibly turned the small book several times in his palm and combined it with the sword.
Fighting against an enemy I identify with, I have to accept this challenge!
"[Jaaku Read]!"
"Of course the answer that battle can reveal can only be obtained from battle! So - fight!"
"Really, you are such a person!" Miyuki, who was standing next to Reika, puffed up his face in dissatisfaction like a dumpling. "Really, the meaning is unclear!"
"Miyuki." After restraining his friend who was about to explode, Reika also shook his head helplessly.
"We still have what they can do for this world, but this is the only thing we can do now."
Reika, who has more experience than his companions, knows that some seemingly simple things cannot be accomplished with words alone.
The Smile Pact in the hands of the girls and the Dark Sword Tsukuyomi in the hands of Ash reflect completely different colors under the light and shadow of the sunlight at just the right subtle angle.
"Henshin!"
"Precure Smile Change!"
Two completely different sound effects sounded along with the Holy Sword's "Dark Sword Tsukuyomi!" and the makeup box's "go, go, let's go!"
The dark evil dragon emerged from the flipped book behind his back and turned into dark armor to wrap around the man. When the light spots falling from the powder in the makeup box fell on the girls, they turned into beautiful battle clothes and long hair that changed them.
"The brilliance shines, the light of Mirai - [Cure Happy] (angel of joy)!"
"Clear and clear, clear and clear heart - [Cure Beauty] (Beautiful Angel)!"
"The murder weapon needs no name."
The vibrant pink Qingfeng and the cold and beautiful blue Binghua stood together. At this moment, they were facing the menacing evil dragon that was targeting and vowing to take away their "treasures".
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeat!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
The battle started almost instantly without warning, leaving enough opportunity for the opponent to roll call as a sign of respect. At the same time, at the end of the moment, Dark Sword, held high above his head, was slashing towards the two of them!
At this moment, the holy sword held in Ash's hand was slashed in the head by him using Jigen-ryu's roar. What the two girls saw was not a sword coming towards them, but a dark mountain pressing down on them, vowing to suppress and flatten them!
The intertwined hands placed on the golden sword blade and produced sparks. The girl who gritted her teeth and endured the pain instantly felt what fear and true power were.
Power... what a powerful power, but!
I have already lost once, how could I lose to him again at this time!
The strength in their hearts continued to swell with this strong belief, and the muscles on their forearms tightened. Reika and Miyuki shouted in unison, and when their fingers were about to be cut by the air blade on the sword, they mustered up all their strength to push him back!
"You have seen what I did, but in order to prevent you from having unrealistic illusions, let me remind you of one more sword strike." The rotating Dark Sword cut through the remaining power of the strong wind and threw it to the side, while blowing away the remaining special effects of the transformation like a tornado.
"I have no habit of showing mercy just because you are women!"
"If you want to say that you underestimate us because of this..." Reika, who appeared calm and calm on the surface, actually had a considerable amount of dissatisfaction and anger accumulated in her heart. Her high-heeled boots neatly drew a semicircle on her side, and the air around her started to become filled with snowflakes because of her mood.