When had they started becoming Pretty Cure who protected everyone?
And why were they... so skilled at this?
For some reason, ever since she had come into contact with that Ash, Rikka felt as if extra emotions had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, causing her to overthink more and more.
"Ha ha~"
Holding the hand Rikka offered beside her, Mana leaped over the Jikochu's head from below, following its momentum, yet still remembered to stick out her tongue apologetically at the others behind her.
"Rikka's tongue has really been getting sharper lately."
"...What do you mean, getting sharper? I just couldn't stand watching anymore. If anything, I should have properly taught reckless Mana a lesson long ago!"
"Wah, don't!"
For some reason, the newly enlightened Rikka began thinking that perhaps it would have been better if she had acted sooner.
Surrounded by these four Pretty Cure, who could "chat while fighting" and were clearly handling things with ease, the soccer-ball and basketball Jikochu visibly deflated. Seeing this, Makoto turned around, withdrew her hand blade, and smiled happily.
"Phew, now this is our victory—Gah!"
"Makoto!"
"MakotoP!"
Whether it was her name or nickname, neither could change the fact that she was sent flying in one blow! The sudden attack from behind sent her painfully hurtling away. When Holy Sword Angel grimaced and pushed herself up from the ground to look behind her, her expression immediately turned awful.
"More basketball and volleyball ones? There are two of them?"
As she spoke, the tennis-ball and ping-pong-ball Jikochu leaped down from the sky with savage grins.
"No, there are four in total?!"
The situation instantly reversed. Surrounded by six Jikochu at once, everyone's faces darkened. With this many, just the four of them...
"Why did the Jikochu suddenly multiply? Could they be behind this