Chapter 495

The Sixth Chapter

Ash was deeply disappointed.

“Dark Moon Slayer!”

As Ash pulled the golden trigger while twirling the Dark Black Sword, a jet-black evil dragon energy erupted from the golden blade, seemingly ready to engulf the girls before him. With more energy surging forth, under the deep purple barrier covering the Earth, behind Ash appeared a dark crescent moon,伴随着他舞动的剑一同升起。

In such an oppressive scene, Ash was contemplating ideas starkly different from what he was doing.

Come on, counterattack me. Surprise me. If you truly embody justice, then prove that I am the one who’s wrong!

Ash looked forward to their effort.

Mere empty beliefs wouldn’t save the world, but you all aren’t ordinary. You are the Pretty Cures, right? You still have strength, don’t you?

Both Miyuki and Yayoi displayed miracles through their resolve in battles past; now it’s your turn for a miracle!

Miracle, appear!

“Fairy tales—they are meant for everyone to see, stories that make people smile!”

Her trembling hand burned with pain, this residual agony gnawing at her. Despite this, Miyuki, driven by sheer resilience, stood up through the torment.

It hurts… really hurts. I’ve never felt this much pain in any previous battle.

“How could a fairy tale end here?!”

To refute his unreasonable action, to protect everyone with her heart!

A spark lit up in Ash’s eyes as Miyouki struggled, her face turning a dark color due to the unbearable pain she was enduring. Focusing intensely while struggling, Miyuki tried desperately to focus all her power in her Heart Changer.

Spirit, spirit, spirit—!

Finally breaking through the darkness with radiant pink light gathering toward the emblem on her chest. The girl with pink hair clenched this energy, forming her hands into a heart shape, the fluctuating purification light growing stronger as her powers charged.

“PrecureHappyShower!”

Surrounding the Dark Sword ‘Dark Moon Slayer’, the dark energy warrior spiraled around it. With a decisive shout from Ash, the violet eastern dragon energy was unleashed, colliding head-on with the love-induced pink beam.

“[Learned Flash Slash]!”

The dark evil dragon and the pure heart approached each other in apparent conflict. Just then, Miyuki, wincing in pain, screamed, causing her attention to deviate.

“It hurts!”

This distraction caused the “Happy Shower” emanating from her palm to veer off course, with the misdirected cleansing light forming an axis about which the dark purple dragon spiraled, circling around and striking the terrified girls behind her.

“What are you aiming at?!”

Damn! What are you doing at such a critical moment!

“Aaaahhhh—” The dark dragon mercilessly blasted the five girls along with the sprite skyward. Like dumplings falling, the girls were brutally tossed high before crashing harshly onto the ground, their laughter makeup box, originally in their pockets, scattering across the ground.

The five colorful Pretty Cure outfits and their diminished will could no longer be sustained. Once their radiant glow dissipated, revealing their disheveled form in school uniforms underneath.

Ash’s face behind the mask turned pitch black, thoroughly disappointed.

There was no heroism, no miracles.

SmilePretty Cure lost to the enemy for the first time with everyone present.

This wasn’t like those happy endings where everyone gets defeated, then someone delivers a motivational speech, inspiring a fight to triumph over the enemies.

That deep purple swordsman didn’t even give them time to react or muster courage, leaving the five girls with the sprite utterly defeated, crumpled to the ground. Miyuki and Rihua at the forefront had collapsed, knocked out cold hitting the ground headfirst.

“To be honest, I’m very disappointed!”

Despite an easy victory, Ash’s masked expression now depicted a darker mood than during his past defeats.

His last shred of patience withered away as he unsheathed his sword with a resounding ‘clang’, walking heavily toward the now panicking girls.

Directly in front was Yasuo, the most timid of the team. Struggling to open her eyes amidst the searing pain, she immediately saw the sinister crimson glow beneath the silver mask that had effortlessly defeated her.

“Ah-ah-ah!” The overwhelming fear prevented the girls from thinking. Approaching him brought a sense of impending death, more terrifying than any past battle. Her hidden toughness was swallowed by intense fear, distorting her expression instantly.

“Don’t come closer! Don’t come closer!”

Big tears mixed with dirt rolling down her face, her trembling limbs screaming helplessly. As Ash took steps closer, she kicked out, spraying dust and soil around his feet, but the instinct to survive away from danger drove her deeper into dread.

I’ll be killed! Really, I’ll be killed—no, I don’t want to die!

[Ayasu points deducted…] If Yasuo had some sort of special cat sensitivity bar, her mind might hear something like this ominous whisper.

Yasuo felt his gaze became colder.

“I’ve met weaker women than you,” Ash remarked ominously, with hidden meaning in his words. “But none showed the same lack of spirit.”

I admit they like Pretty Cures, but their bond has nothing to do with yours. Get it straight.

“Too weak, too weak!”

Standing over the five girls moaning on the ground, Ash’s frustration boiled, despite getting nothing satisfying from defeating them.

“Why even bother, you’re not even warm-up worthy. This was too effortless, it’s disappointing—I can’t feel any excitement from you!”

These repeated bad endings are how my story ends.

“Such weak power, yet you yearn to save the world from a bad ending? You would become part of that bad ending yourselves!”

Even ignoring the physical pain, just the verbal lashing from behind the mask made them bow their heads in shame.

“Do you even think you’re worthy of being the legendary warriors you fancy yourself to be?! To call yourselves Pretty Cures?!”

If Pretty Cures at this world level are only this caliber, then I must abandon the hope left in my heart.

Discarding his last ounce of sympathy, Ash resolved to embrace the role of a demon swordsman.