Kamen Rider as Villain in Pretty Cure Chapter 20

It's probably the difference between a Lagrange point and the Mariana Trench, right?

"Is that so? It really seems to be the case." Ash asked himself and then answered, because as he reviewed his memories, it seemed to be true. "It seems I've never had a girl accept my invitations. Only men have agreed to go on dates with me."

Why is it that only men understand and then want to fight me at times like this... Am I not sincere enough?

"So, I was thinking, maybe you can change my current situation?"

"Are you waiting for my answer...?" While responding to Ash's words, Hana's gaze drifted towards the figure slowly appearing behind him.

The figure, so familiar, staggering, the familiar person holding a familiar object was slowly approaching.

The one arriving was Kagayaki Homare. She was dragging the sword lost by Cure Yell, approaching slowly but with extraordinary determination. Supporting her trembling legs, which were gradually losing their tremor, she walked step by step on the shattered concrete and stones from the battle.

Homare was very worried about Hana, who had disappeared, but at the same time, she knew very well that a half-crippled person couldn't find the person she was looking for. Fortunately, she happened to know a good person nearby who would help her find someone, but this good person might also need a little help.

So she wanted to help Cure Yell, who was in trouble, first. However, her wheelchair was stuck, and she couldn't reach the sword she needed if she was lying on the ground.

If this were just about herself, Homare might have missed the opportunity due to endless worries and hesitation. But at this moment, with a desperate desire to save someone, Homare could only focus on one goal, and she made a decision that was simple for ordinary people but very difficult for her.

It had nothing to do with courage, only with a goal.

She wanted to stand up.

"Precure!"

The call from behind also drew Ash's attention, who was focused on Hana. Completely engrossed in the matter of Yell's invitation, he hadn't noticed when Homare, with bloodstains all over her legs, had gotten so close.

"Please, please save this world!" Homare hoisted the sword handle with both hands and swung it forcefully, sending it flying towards the direction where the two were struggling. "And please, help that foolish girl who only thinks of others!"

"Saying something so unreasonable!" Ash was startled that a miracle had actually happened, so he immediately turned to catch the sword beforehand. But he forgot what a tenacious lady he had pressed under his knee. Staggering, he was deflected, their elbows colliding and crossing. The owner of the smaller hand grabbed the flying holy sword first.

Cure Yell had caught her sword.

"Homare..."

You say that a fool who only thinks of others is the wrong description, because I have you all, my family, and people like Dr. Ash who have helped me in this world. Of course, I must save the world for them!

Also, I, Cure Yell, am not a fool!

Then Hana's gaze fell upon the red warrior standing so close. Her previously gentle eyes instantly became incredibly serious and focused.

"You ask for my response? My answer is, of course—"

With a sword flashing with the brilliant light of Tomorrow Energy, she struck Time Fire heavily in the chest.

"No!"

[Extra]Case File 41 Dumped

"No!"

This time, the one sent flying backward was different. Time Fire, with his battle suit on his chest continuously exploding and scattering sparks, flew out with lightning, brushing past Homare, who instinctively raised her hand to block, and soaring far into the distance.

Hana, as he wished, had indeed given Ash a hard blow.

The man lying on the ground suddenly raised his hand, indicating that he was not yet dead.

He raised his hand to touch the scorch-like mark on his chest. In the center of his battle suit, there was now a deep black slash mark, charred and burnt. Smoke and electrical sparks continuously flowed from the fluid armor and energy cables that had been cut open. The Melody Holy Sword had indeed cut through his battle suit. If it had been even a little deeper, he would have been disemboweled by this Precure, his guts spilling everywhere.

But he wasn't treated that way. He only suffered a deep, long bloodstain. It was clear that she had held back at the last moment.

Lying in the ruins, looking up at the pale sky, what was Ash, who played the hero yesterday and the villain today, thinking?

"Oh, she's so beautiful, isn't she—?"

"Alright, Lady—" The man lying on the ground shook his arms towards the front. Ash completely ignored the injuries that would have kept an ordinary person groaning and recuperating for weeks, and with a flip, he stood up again. "Let's start the third round— Hmm, what are you doing?"

The holy sword that had struck him was now stuck in the ground beside him, and she herself was half-crouched in front of Homare, comforting her with words that were not very agile but very gentle.

"There, there, this young lady will be alright." The pink-haired warrior patted the person who had summoned the courage to stand up. Only she knew how much courage it took for her to do something so simple for ordinary people. "Your friend will surely be fine, and I will find her too. I promise you."

Just as Batman is to Gotham City, Kamen Rider W is to Futo, and the Ultra Guard is to M78, the words spoken by this guardian of Earth, this Precure, naturally inspired confidence.

"R-really? Hana is a good person, and I believe she'll be fine... Will she really be okay?"

"She'll be fine, I promise you!"

"Hey—" Seeing that his calls were completely ignored, Ash amplified the built-in speaker in his helmet and shouted loudly, "Did you hear me? Come fight me again!"

"She'll be fine." Hana didn't even glance at the man making a fuss behind her, continuing to comfort Homare, and then pointed her in a direction. "It's not safe here. You should go over there and stay with everyone. Your friend will return shortly."

"Can you do that with your legs?"

"Of course, I just did it, and I can certainly do it now!"

Watching her friend, whose true identity she didn't know, disappear into the distance, Hana finally turned her head. When the target facing her changed from Homare to Time Fire, the warm, sunny smile on her face visibly subsided.

It wasn't easy to elicit such a frightening expression from a Precure who generally treated everyone with kindness.

"Hah—Finally." Seeing the Precure beside him draw her sword, Ash shook his hands, indicating that a mere fatal wound to his chest wouldn't prevent him from fighting another round. "Finally showing fighting spirit? Wait—what are you doing?"

Right in front of Ash, Hana placed the Melody Holy Sword horizontally in front of her, then brought her hands together in the center, aiming her left palm at the sword tip. Her weapon then disappeared, being stored in her hand.

"I won't fight you."

Without hesitation, her gaze drifted into the distance, and she said so.

"Wait, what do you mean by that—"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ash understood she was serious from her focused gaze, and at the same time, he vaguely grasped a few things.

"You know, do you know why I threw my glove at you like a knight challenging a duel, why I invited you like some idiotic samurai? It's like a Western cowboy, when he wants to shoot someone, he'll specifically let the other person bring their gun and bullets, and then arrange for the opponent, along with an audience, to wait for noon for the sound of a whistle for a duel?"

As he spoke, Ash, driven by his own strong subjective will, unconsciously became excited. He began to "lecture" even louder.

"Because if it's just a fight to win, any despicable means are allowed. But that wouldn't be 'beautiful' for you, nor is it what I want. I will never allow such impurity to appear in our duel!"

"You are the hero of this world, and you've protected it selflessly for eight years. I can see your heart, as brilliant and beautiful as crystal. It attracts guys like me, satisfying me!"

My fight is only for my own pleasure and liking, and this duel with you has made me incredibly happy!

"You are a legendary warrior, but your opponents are just mindless monsters that respawn endlessly. They're just draining your life force day after day, year after year, wanting to wear you down until you die!"

"They can't even speak, damn it! That's why I won't acknowledge them, simply because they are not worthy of being your opponent!"

As Homare's gaze gradually focused and cleared, Ash once again forcefully beat his chest, patting the flaming symbol that had been scarred there.

"I've already recognized them, and you, who have fought them for eight years, must have recognized them too. They are the negative emotions born from the human heart, beings that are almost impossible to destroy."

"Your futile struggle will ultimately end with your demise, and nothing will be born from such a world. So, stop doing this pointless thing for these pointless existences!"

"Without a fighting stance that matches your enemy, you cannot reveal your beauty, Cure Yell."

Time Fire approached her, extending his hand under the intensely nervous gazes of all the onlookers.

"You don't need to say anything. You know you need me, you need an opponent worthy of you, and I need you too. Because this world is a never-ending dance, and you are the reason I persevere. You are my stage."

She remained silent. The incredibly beautiful female warrior merely glanced at the hand extended before her, then at the surrounding crowd, and finally at him.

"No."

She said.

"This isn't something you get to decide. To me, what you're doing is meaningless."

Of course, I understand everything, but what of it?

She gazed at the sky, gathered strength at her feet, and soared into the azure world.

"Wait, where are you going?!"

"I'm not interested in playing your game. I have more meaningful things to do."

For example, helping my friend find her own sleep.

Looking at the safety shorts under her skirt, looking at the sky where she disappeared, Ash sighed after a long moment, and then chuckled.

"Of course you'd say that, because you are—"

"Precure."

[Extra Chapter]Case File 42 An Interesting Afterpiece

Here is [TOMORROW RESEARCH], a clinic whose business is exceptionally poor because its sole attending physician has a rather eccentric personality and poor customer service. Ash, clad in a white lab coat, is currently sitting in front of a computer in a very unprofessional posture, scrolling through the biggest chat forum on the internet, which is currently buzzing with the hottest topic – new reports about him and her.

The incident between Time Fire and Cure Yell has once again topped the trending list. After all, as the only two heroes capable of fighting the world's incomprehensible "Doomsday Monsters," every move they make attracts global attention.

Unlike the usual hype generated by popular celebrities, it's never them chasing trends; trends chase them. Especially now, following the recent event, Ash, playing Time Fire, is facing a torrent of criticism online, worse than a manga artist who drew a poorly concluded ending, a novelist who frequently postpones updates, or a celebrity who plays with people's emotions.

Due to Time Fire's previous overly aggressive provocative behavior and his twisted, obsessive remarks about everyone's beloved "Cure Yell," this "anti-hero," whose alignment was previously unclear, has now become a pariah, hated by everyone, like a rat in the sewer. Even many who were initially attracted by his capable demeanor have switched from fans to neutral observers, and then to detractors.

Currently, the popularity of this mysterious crimson warrior is only supported by a few die-hard fans with rather peculiar tastes. Their occasional defenses on the forum are usually drowned out by a flood of angry comments from Cure Yell's fans within half a minute.

However, they likely don't know that the person actually behind Time Fire is currently reading a compilation of comments from keyboard warriors online. He occasionally takes a sip of the steaming hot coffee in front of him, smiles, and likes those who say good things about him, while downvoting those who speak ill of him one by one.

Is Ash angry? Of course not. If he were to care too much about these online keyboard battles that have no impact on his real situation, he would have died of anger multiple times in the worlds he traveled before.

Ash is always indifferent.

"Alright, let's put these boring afterpieces aside..."

After finishing the coffee he specially prepared with a lethal concentration of sugar, Ash shifted his remaining attention to the system's virtual panel that popped up beside him.

As he examined the text information loaded onto the panel, Ash's brows, which had relaxed from the sweetness on his tongue, furrowed inward again.

"So, you're finally going to tell me? Hmm, so this world isn't like the main universe?"

About half a month ago, Ash, who had nearly drowned upon arriving in this world, keenly sensed something was amiss with his countless transmigration experiences. Although Cure Yell, as the protagonist, was a shining character worth exploring, the enemy side was filled with brainless monsters, and there wasn't even a single speaking cadre-level character, which gave Ash a hint of something abnormal.

If this world were considered a "story," it wouldn't be enough to support a normal plot. At most, it would be like a prologue that's merely mentioned as background.

[That's right. The world you are currently in is like the relationship between the movie Kamen Rider Faiz: Paradise Regained and the original TV series Kamen Rider Faiz.]

[Therefore, for this reason, my suggestion is—]

"Don't say such things," Ash interrupted, reaching out to grab the latter half of the virtual screen. His thumb pressed so hard that cracks spread across the screen, preventing the rest of the text from being displayed. "Otherwise, I'll get angry at you too."

[Why?]

Seeing the system ask such a question, Ash smiled slightly.

"It's very simple. Because that person is suppressing herself, and I want to see more of her."

The dance with her mask is truly interesting.

"She is my Cure Yell, and it has nothing to do with whether it's the main series or the main world. That's just how it is."

A ringing sound from the wind that blew in as the door was pushed open brought Ash back from his reverie. He clasped his hands together with the system panel held between them, and the virtual panel was absorbed into his palm.

Honestly, this is quite fun.

"Dr. Ash, I'm here!"

The visitor was naturally Nono Hana, who had formed a patient-doctor relationship with Ash. After Ash's treatment, her physical condition visibly improved, and her complexion became much better.

As Ash heard Nono Hana's slightly clumsy yet energetic voice approaching him, a smile couldn't help but form on his lips.

"Oh."

"Wait, what do you mean 'oh'?" Still dissatisfied with Ash's consistently concise and indifferent attitude, Hana's cheeks puffed out like a pufferfish with its spines removed. "I always greet you enthusiastically every time I come, Dr. Ash, you're just too cold!"

"Got it." Extending his hand towards Nono Hana, who was sitting opposite him with a sulky expression, Ash gently stroked the soft, smooth pink hair on her head. He watched as she revealed a comfortable expression, like a cat whose chin was being scratched. "Amazing, truly amazing.

I remember someone told me before that you shouldn't just casually pat someone's head. But it seems that's not the case, isn't it? She's quite happy being petted.

She's easy to please, isn't she?

"Purrrr~" Nono Hana, who had let out a comfortable sound, took half a minute to realize she'd been taken advantage of. Her face immediately flushed red, and she kicked the floor with her feet, quickly retreating backward. "N-no way, Dr. Ash! You can't just pat a girl's head, that's cheating, it's cheating!"

Watching Hana flusteredly use her hands to manage her long hair, covering her right eye, Ash finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.

As time passed, Ash found his patient increasingly interesting. It wasn't just her enthusiastic responses, but also some shining qualities that were rarely seen in ordinary people. Although she always thought of herself as just a very ordinary woman, Ash didn't see her that way.

He unconsciously shifted some of his focus on Precure towards her, and it turned out he was getting a little addicted...

But what did it matter? In other worlds, I've defected, stabbed people, and done all sorts of shady things. I've been a villain for so long, what's wrong with enjoying myself with someone who makes me happy?

After all, isn't this a pretty good form of entertainment?

[Extra]Case File 43 Meeting the Parents

Being a quack doctor, able to cure any illness, charging exorbitant prices, and having his own exclusive patient