Chapter 512

The Twenty-Third Proof of Pretty Cure

“It seems that your strength isn’t just talk; you’ve indeed underpraised me.” The tongue underneath the mask couldn’t help but lick its dry lips.

Ash was very pleased.

Just不久前, the five of them were easily overthrown like chopping vegetables without even putting up a symbolic resistance. Now, they can fight back evenly when he takes this seriously. Truly, out of sight, out of mind.

Or perhaps, this is the true power you can bring to the table? If so, I must work harder!

Finally getting to fight with the real you guys, I’m really happy about it!

After entering the battle state, Ash no longer had complex thoughts or any troubled content. Instead, he poured more focus into this battle!

Rearranging his posture, next to the incredibly sharp blade tip where the sword itself had a frost-like luster, he held the long sword with both hands. Since coming to this world, this was the first time he smiled.

“Let’s Dance!”

Yes, this power and courage are the heroes I’ve seen! Their every action captivates and excites my heart!

If the world requires writing the story of Pretty Cure, then you should be able to achieve this level.

“You’re truly something, really!” Facing Rihua’s dazzling barrage of attacks, Ash only slowly retreated. Using minimum body movement and reversing his grip on the sword, he blocked all her attacks. Proper upbringing prevented her from swearing, but lack of experience kept her from finding any rebuttal.

“Foolish girl!”

Miyuki said he hid his true feelings beneath an ugly smile… But even if that’s true, how could someone like this change?

“Now, plain words are meaningless.” In Rihua’s wary eyes, when Ash raised his sword again, it was sharper than before. “Even with quick wits, not everything can be solved by words.”

“Your moves and thoughts are too clever, as if you’re not part of the same species as your comrades.”

As Ash said, as Rihua, coming from an illustrious family background, excelling in various skills, her serious tactics were far superior to the antics of her companions. But due to such rigor, she lacked the same spark when facing strong opposition like Ash.

“But combat and war aren’t simpler just because one is smarter! Maybe you should fight for more straightforward causes like your comrades to get closer to the righteous path you seek.”

Does this mean I’m unsuitable to be Pretty Cure?!

“Gurp—”

With an astonished flaw, Rihua’s motion broke, and Ash struck her with the hilt of the sword, causing her to flip and roll twice in pain, vomiting acid onto the ground.

Like stabbing with a sword, Ash extended his blade forward, and the pleasant feeling of victory made him use the tip of his sword to lift Rihua’s chin, her vomit dripping down along her lips onto the sword. He gleefully glanced at her unwilling expression.

“To be honest, your performance isn’t bad. At least, I quite like you, Beauty!”

“U-Unclean!”

“You would leave early only because I intruded. Calculating the timing, I should have already finished. Next, I should… hmm?”

Noticing something, Ash released Rihua and when he looked in that direction, he widened his eyes.

Previously branded as “Combat incapable,” Cure Happy, whose armor was now damaged all over, approached with a battered body. Holding the Drive Book almost completed after absorbing energy, she walked towards him with her right hand.

“You…!”

“I… My name is Miyuki Hoshizora, the transfer student of Class Two at Seven Colors Hill Academy.” Miyuki extended her open palm toward the distant Ash, revealing a shy expression and smiling. “What is, your name?”

“…..”

The rustling sound of leaves swaying by the roadside could be heard clearly. Because of what she said, everyone rolling on the ground, watching, including the enemy in front, fell into varying degrees of silence.

“You…” After a while, seeing a scene beyond even the dark sword prophecy, Ash slowly corrected himself. “Are you an idiot?”

“Huh…?”

“Why are you answering ‘Huh’?” Ash almost let it slip and shouted directly. “Suddenly asking such a question in the middle of battle! The first two pink ones were very smart, immediately grasping onto my thoughts. Why are you the idiot!”

“The first two pink ones?” Stunned, Miyuki, with her hair-like antennae on top of her head waving, caught the key word. “Am I not the only pink one?”

“Oh no!” Akane, sitting on the ground, covered her face. “Idiotic Miyuki, what are you saying suddenly!”

“Do I need to answer you!” Interrupted off-rhythm, Ash wanted to end everything quickly. “It’s over, give me the book back!”

“No, you’re going to use this book for evil! I won’t give it to you, and besides… How could a book meant to teach stories be used for evil!”

She was surprisingly perceptive despite being an idiot.

“Since you don’t want to tell me, I’ll call you Mr. Wang Jian… holding the Drive Book tightly, considering Ash’s question while lying in the pit, Miyuki gave her answer. “If the mermaid princess didn’t interact with the prince in the story… maybe you’re right.”

Because stories like these always make me shed tears.

“The princess, deceived by a witch, ultimately sacrificed everything for her loved one. Perhaps she lost too much, but her pure heart chasing true love and lastly displaying strength doesn’t that show something admirable?”

“Even so, I believe she’s just a foolish woman.” Ash shook his head. “In reality, such a thing doesn’t exist in the world…”

Sticking to his opinion, Ash started to say more, but seemed to think of something and shut his mouth.

“Foolish is an exaggeration! But having emotions proves Mr. Wang Jian has been influenced by fairy tales!” Leaning on the Drive Book, Miya continued. “Making people learn, making them laugh and cry while thinking, giving enlightenment! Isn’t inducing genuine smiles one of the greatest impacts of story books?”

I like them, always and forever, regardless of ending. The fairy tale that warms hearts is what I adore the most.

“Cure Happy…Sky Miyuki Hoshizora, I take back calling you an idiot.” Emotionally moved, Ash lifted his finger and touched the metallic mask. “At least regarding fairy tales, you definitely aren’t.”

But do these questions have anything to do with the current situation?!

“Detestable weak girls.”

Facing Ash, Miyuki stuffed the Drive Book into the pocket with the transformation device, sweat streaming down her face. She still firmly clenched her fist.

“We are not mermaid princesses, but Pretty Cures certified by Sugar!”

“Let me prove it to you!”

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