After rolling all the way across the ground and smashing through half of a roadside oden cart, the girl braced herself against the wall and hurriedly summoned a massive emerald disc from her hands to shield herself. Yet under the enemy's fierce assault, she could barely hold on.
Why couldn't I beat them?
Even Primum had said I possessed tremendous power, that it simply hadn't been drawn out yet. But why... I also wanted Ash to acknowledge me as someone important, just like the ladies. That was why I had defied Father's wishes and taken this step, coming to a place like this!
Then, will you give up?
"Father..."
"Is this Father the reason you fight?"
Punch after punch crashed down until the emerald disc was covered in cracks. King of Muscle grew impatient as he listened to Ashu's murmurs.
"How narrow-minded! That reason for fighting is far inferior to the Precure who fought me before!"
"What is it, Pretty Cure?"
The other two, who likewise unleashed the powers of water and fire from their hands, shared the same attitude.
"How selfish, to think only of one person! Can that even count as being Pretty Cure?"
Maybe they were right. Someone with a heart this selfish could never become Pretty Cure. But...
"Are a hundred people necessarily more important than ten?"
"What?"
"Is fighting for the one person you love necessarily more worthless than the conviction to protect the whole world?!"
Tears glistened at the corners of the girl's eyes as she shouted, as though pouring out every thought in her heart.
Ashu had a small secret she had never told anyone.
The reason she called him Father was because, if she loved Ash selflessly with the devotion one showed one's parents, then those feelings would naturally be accepted as