"Gui'an, seniors of Pretty Cure."
Huh! Is this introduction from our family? The familiar oral habit made Yao and other people feel confused. The fingers holding the skirts even forgot to loosen them until they looked pale.
"I came from the time of Mirai, Pretty Cure who fights for everyone's tomorrow - Cure Tomorrow (Cure Tomorrow)!"
Such an idea... Could it be that it came from Mirai and I, Ash!? Seeing Cure Tomorrow's graceful appearance with his hands folded on his chest, it was impossible for Hui and others to have imagined this, and even their breathing tightened from time to time.
Not only them, but also Mirror, Nanase Yui, and especially Regina, who also has blond hair, can't help but look forward to it!
However, only Ashu was watching quietly not far away, and after a while he shook his head again.
"It's a pity that he's not my child."
"It's great to meet you all, and I'm so glad to have your help in this past!"
Cure Tomorrow, who greeted everyone, showed such a moving smile for the first time. It was obvious that she really liked everyone.
"My name is Homi."
Who is it? Who is it! Find out soon!
Everyone was waiting with bated breath for the answer to be narrated through her mouth.
"Homi Frederica."
"——"
The extremely tense atmosphere seemed to have been ripped away from its foundation. The girls, who were almost half-scared of their souls, were stunned by it. Some people almost lost their breath and beat their chests desperately with eyes wide open.
Damn, he took his father's surname!
There's really nothing wrong with this! Damn it, completely impossible to refute!
"So Homi, who is your mother in Mirai?"
"Ehhhhh?"
Ashu You just asked it directly?!
"I see that what you want to know is written all over your face."
No one needed to ask to know what surprised each of them. After confirming that he was not the person involved, Ashu also shrugged innocently.
"So I asked directly."
"Mirai?"
She regained her smile and took a deep breath as if she was mentally prepared.
"Mirai The person who gave birth to me together with my father is..."
"Wait a minute-!!!"
At this critical moment, a shout from Ash forcibly stopped the atmosphere that was about to fall somewhere.
After glaring at Ashu with an embarrassed look on his face and making him leave, Ash, who had an expression that was hard to describe whether he was happy or bad, came over and forcibly stood between them and Homi.
"Ash, even I will have to talk to you once."
Seeing the little head poking around behind Ash, even Yuko, who had always been tolerant, rarely frowned.
"Although this happened to Mirai, Ash you are too embarrassed to be so secretive, right?"
It feels like someone who was frightened by the sudden identity of a daughter and has no idea how to shoulder the responsibilities of a father.
Is it in front of my daughter anyway?
"No, just listen to me!"
In fact, I have actually seen a lot of Ash, the descendant of Mirai. Although she doesn't seem to have prepared any limited props for herself... Ash still needs to make a stern explanation.
"If you really think I am your father."
Speaking of this, even Ash showed an extremely serious expression.
"Then don't say anything about Mirai us here!"
Chapter 68 Galaxy once said: Mirai may get better or worse.
"Have you seen Doraemon?"
"???"
Precures really can't understand how this nice family thing has anything to do with Doraemon. Could it be that Homi came here in a time machine?
"No, I took the doctor's train to the past."
"That's not what I meant."
Seeing that they all looked incomprehensible, Ash didn't mind helping them recall it.
"Think about it carefully, what was said in the first episode of Doraemon?"
"Huh?"
Although they have seen this classic work and even like it very much, it is really awkward for them to tell the detailed plot now.
"Doraemon jumped out of the drawer and became Nobi Nobita's good friend?"
"To be precise, it is Nobita's descendant from the 22nd century. In order to change his miserable life of debt, Nobi Sewashi went back to the past and gave Doraemon to his ancestors in the hope of changing this fate."
"Wait!"
Kohime, who raised his hand to ask questions, first asked his own question.
"I haven't seen Doraemon, so I don't know for sure. If you change the past at will, won't the people of Mirai disappear?"
At least that's what the movie she saw said.
"This is what was said in the original work, and it is also the problem I am going to talk about next!"
After finding a clean place, Ash sat down in front of many pairs of eyes looking forward to the explanation.
"History has a balance called self-restoration. Even if the process changes, the result will not change."
This is also true in the original work of Doraemon. In the story, Nobita's marriage partner changed from a fat girl to Shizuka in Mirai, but Nobi Sewashi will still be born as his grandson.
"So, as her father, I am here to confirm the matter."
After making some room, Homi naturally sat in his arms.
"But the existence of this mother... cannot be easily confirmed."
"?"
"Let me think of how to describe it."
The snapping fingertips finally pointed at Haruno Haruka, whose face was full of confusion.
"Cure Tomorrow has golden hair, Cure Flora also has golden hair... for example, Haruka, you are the mother of this child in Mirai!"
"Hey!?"
Feeling the shocked looks on his face from Kirara, Nan and others, Haruka suddenly turned crimson on his neck and shook his head like a rattle.
"Unreasonable, unreasonable and unreasonable!! How do you explain this to your family? It's already difficult to introduce Ash to your parents, and you have to take a child back with you!"
It's uncertain what expressions mom and sister Kotori will have, but poor dad will definitely faint on the spot! I don't want to have such an awkward relationship with my family!
"Eh~"
Homi in his arms also pretended to have hazy eyes at this time, and showed a pitiful expression in line with Ash's performance.
"Does mom not want Homi?"
"No no no!"
Feeling like her heart had been hit, Haruka was so filled with guilt that she waved her hands in panic.
"I, mom, I didn't mean that, Homi I'm sorry!"
Wait, why did I accept it all of a sudden?
"Then I found out about this here."
The finger that was originally pointing at Yao followed the words and passed over Regina, who was almost jumping with excitement, and pointed it in front of Omori Yuko, who had an even sweeter smile.
"Yuko, who was also aware of this matter and also had golden hair "Sweet Angel", decided to work hard, so after a lot of hard work, she surpassed Haruka's progress."
"Homi will still be born at Mirai, but the mother will become Omori Yuko."
"Come~"
The beaming Yuko opened her arms generously.
"Let mom give me a hug. Oh, Homi smells so good~"
"Mummy smells like honey too?"
Seeing this intimate look of "mother and child", Haruka turned to stone instantly and fell to the ground screaming.
"Aaahhh! My child has been snatched away!"
"Ash already said that this is just a metaphor..."
Seeing his companions "crying", Kirara looked helpless and felt that Yao's acting talent might be better than that of a mediocre person like himself.
"So here's the thing, yesterday's careless remark can be the trigger for everything tomorrow."
After holding up his fingers and making a silent gesture with a soft whistle, Ash also patted the back of Homi's head to indicate that it was almost time to get up, but she remained unmoved as if she didn't feel it, and occasionally rubbed her chest with her numb hair.
This cheap daughter of mine seems to be a little clinging to me? Could it be said that I doted on her so much in my subsequent education? Obviously I am not of this temperament...
"A light who was very good at fighting in the back mountain once said that Mirai may get better or worse."
After thinking for a long time, Ash couldn't figure out the reason and simply let her act coquettishly.
"Of course the biggest problem now is that when the entire multiverse merges into one, the Mirai timeline and the existence of various parallel worlds are all integrated, which becomes quite embarrassing."
For example, over Ultraman, where there are many parallel universes, Ash has heard various stories that sound troublesome enough. For example, a person named 7 complained to him, saying that this was the second blackened version of himself that he had defeated this week after touching the core of the Spark Tower and being expelled.
"So let us calm down and regard Homi's right to appear as a blessing from Mirai."
Ash had no choice but to continue to stand with Homi in his arms.
"Let us focus on the present and continue to protect today's world from the hands of Baijie as we do today."
"As long as we protect the present, the answer will eventually be revealed at Mirai."
"Well, if that's the case..."
Although they were all regretful, whether it was today's battle with "Pretty Cure Killer" or the roller coaster of emotions in front of their "daughter", they were almost exhausted. Now that there is a reasonable explanation, they can finally breathe a sigh of relief and relax their minds.
"However, this Princess will not give up!"
"What are you talking about? Of course I will not give up as I am also Princess!"
"Then we are the same competitors as Princess!"
"What do you mean you won't give up?"
Seeing the people leaving and starting to make noise at the same time, Ash, who didn't dislike the excitement, turned his attention back to the girl in front of him.
"So Homi, you came here to help us, but you fell into Baijie's plan and became the controlled Pretty Cure Killer."
"Well, that's it."
There was not much fear, she just nodded quietly.
Different from the calmness now or the coldness of Ash in the past, Homi is a child who seems to be quite quiet. Could it be that he inherited it from his mother?
"Then tell me, in Mirai, did we win?"
"Yesterday's careless remark may be the trigger for everything tomorrow."
The scene where the girl smiled and put her finger in front of her lips was exactly the same as the previous Ash.
"This is what my father taught me, so I won't say it."
"Hey, you girl!"
Although he didn't expect to get the answer in the first place, Ash smiled happily after being rejected in this way.
This method of treating others in their own way has been perfectly inherited by you!