"We've always been your companions and comrades. When the time comes, entrust your back to us."
Two pale hands showed no disgust at Ash's dust-covered hand as they extended their palms before him.
"Yeah, Ash, rely on us a little more once in a while~"
One after another, they all wanted to act cool in front of me and say the same thing.
"I'm counting on you, Pretty Cure!"
And so, the boy tightly grasped the girls' hands, staining that purity with his own color.
The Princess Who Had "Fallen" Once More.
After the other worlds overlapped and connected with this one, the "useless" Creation Power finally became "useful" for once.
"Still, isn't Creation Power that only works when everyone else believes in it way too limited?"
Unless you were trying to pull off some Spirit Bomb-style plot where you gathered everyone's wishes to become the glorious chosen one. Though, come to think of it, Gatanothor seemed to have swallowed me back then...
"Better not dig up your own embarrassing history."
Ash stood once more on the streets of 2055. The hurried pedestrians passing by had no idea that a group of heroes had just risked their lives to protect them, saving this planet from a disaster that had nearly befallen it for no reason.
They simply continued living in their ordinary world as usual, peacefully enjoying the safety bought by the heroes' sacrifices.
"But there's nothing wrong with that."
Rather than wanting the glory that came with being known, the heroes would rather people not live in fear of such dangers. When people could live ordinary lives day after day without knowing anything, that was the greatest reward for heroic deeds.
At least, that was what the girls thought.
At least, that was what Ash thought before he opened