"They're all Kamen Riders, so why are they fighting among themselves at a time like this?!"
"They're all adults older than Yuri-nee. This is unbearable."
"Kamen Riders are just like that, aren't they?"
Was that really so? Someone suddenly added that remark, leaving everyone stunned as their gazes unconsciously shifted toward the Kamen Rider they knew best—the "Kamen Rider Ash."
...It did seem to be true?
"...Wait, no?!" Ash broke out in a cold sweat under everyone's gaze and hurriedly waved his hands. "Don't use me as the standard!"
Otherwise, if the veteran Showa Riders found out, they would definitely start yelling again that I had corrupted the Kamen Riders' culture. Though they had already, during the earlier operation to stop the bomb...
""The one who can create a new world is me!""
"Ash," seeing the Riders clearly starting to fight for real, all pressing their belt switches and preparing to unleash Finisher Rider Kicks, the Precure girls turned questioning gazes toward Ash. "What should we do now? We should stop them, right?"
"Do you remember what I said? That we'd handle it?"
"So...?"
Ash swept out a hand.
"Don't hold back."
Wait, weren't they supposed to be your old friends?
"Hit them hard with the same force you used to use on me. Knock some sense back into their heads!"
"How can you believe in that kind of delusion?!"
These were the Riders who had wanted to stop New Hundred Worlds from the very beginning. Now that they saw their resurrected companions defect to the enemy camp, they were filled with grief and indignation, their attacks growing even heavier in their anger.
"It's not a delusion! For such a wonderful world, we wouldn't mind sacrificing ourselves!"
Facing them were the Kamen Riders who wanted to believe in the possibility