When he shouted his transformation phrase, countless eyes on the battlefield, friend and foe alike, could not help drifting in his direction. But when they saw the man emerge from the light, adjust the mask on his nose, and fling out his cape, a disappointed chorus of boos erupted.
"I've actually been a member of Pretty Cure for a long time now—hey, what are those looks for?!"
"What a shame. I thought we'd get to see Ash in a pretty little skirt."
Some had even prepared recording equipment, only to be disappointed that things had not developed as they had hoped.
"...There are female Riders, female Rangers, and plenty of female Ultramen. Why can't Pretty Cure have normal male members?!"
He was so angry he trembled. Why did Precure have to wear skirts? His Tuxedo Mask-style tailcoat was clearly both classic and handsome, okay?!
In any case, leaving that aside, Ash flung out his cape and broke into a run, joining the others' charge.
The heroes' giant combatants were responsible for dealing with the enemy ships and various monsters, while their human-sized fighters cleared out the ground troops and looked for a way to strike directly at the enemy headquarters. That was their simple and straightforward battle plan!
Ash drew the rapier at his waist and poked several holes through a few modified monsters. Suddenly, his back tensed. Without caring about the rest of the battle, he quickly dodged aside. A moment later, the fallen Jumbo A crashed down where he had just been standing.
"Good grief."
Glancing at the Jumbo A that had been blown up again, then at Jumborg Ace immediately rushing forward to beat up the enemy that had just destroyed his former body, Ash could not help sighing from the bottom of his heart.
"Looks like