The fifteenth target is the Dark Pretty Cure.
“By the way, Senior Scorpion.”
We already said we don’t know you well, so why are you getting so close like this!
Both of them had some complaints about this new member who didn’t fit the personalities of the Desert Apostles at all. But facing such an annoying yet inexplicably enthusiastic person, they didn’t know what to say.
If Ash knew about this, he would definitely say that this was their lucky encounter because he decided to try changing his interaction style.
After all, the Ash from before would only make people dislike him more.
“Senior, do you know where the Dark Pretty Cure is?”
“Haha, are you looking for her again?”
Thinking of how Ash was thrown out of the room last time, the woman sneered and mockingly asked.
“You were just beaten up not long ago… Are you planning to pursue her?”
“Well, I’d advise you to give up early. After all, that person isn’t any normal existence. Instead of her, I might as well be the rare outstanding female…”
“Right.” Spider Gaki, who was coldly standing by, joined the conversation, glanced at Ash, and surprisingly gave a friendly warning. “That woman… compared to women, she’s actually more like a battle machine in a woman’s skin. She’s not a normal-born entity. You shouldn’t get too close to her, or you might risk losing your soul!”
“Leave this unreasonable fellow alone, Spider Gaki,” Cobra Saga stepped forward and surprisingly pointed Ash towards a path.
“If you still intend to pursue her despite her coldness, go ahead. I look forward to seeing your mockery.”
“I won’t easily change my mind.” Disregarding the indulgent boasting of Scorpion Lena, Ash only smiled slightly.
Not a normal-born existence? Hearing this, you just made me even more interested.
After all, it’s precisely such relationships that are captivating… Zeros and Dark Lops, Black Days and Shadowmoons, Electromagnetic Squadron and Evil Electric Squadron, the opposite of light is shadow, the evil corresponding to justice, and the archenemies related to heroes always have fascinating setups.
Especially when seen in other worlds, the concept of Dark Pretty Cure is a new one to Ash in the world of Pretty Cure. How could he not find it attractive?
A little setback can’t stop me when I’m in high spirits.
“Timons.”
A commanding and chilly voice rang in Ash’s ears, snapping back the man who was deep in thought.
“Hey, Dr. Shabak, is there anything you need from me?”
The silver-haired doctor with a mechanical mask gazed at the always optimistic masked individual, seemingly trying to read his expression.
“You fought against the Pretty Cure several times; that’s commendable.”
“If you’re giving me Employee of the Year, I hope everyone is present. After all, I want to show off.”
“But why don’t you finish them off?”
As soon as these words left the Doctor’s mouth, the usually quiet corridor became eerily silent. The air seemed to chill even further until Ash broke the silence.
“Because it’s boring, let me play a bit longer~”
“Only after constant failure and setbacks can you thoroughly destroy them.”
Then, you’ll see the miracle of lights they bring forth. Yes, that point is sure.
“As long as you haven’t betrayed our consciousness, they’re yours.”
“Of course, thank you.”
I never considered myself on your side, so naturally, I don’t have any betrayal in mind.
Upon hearing Ash make this promise, Dr. Shabak didn’t comment further. He merely looked in the direction Ash was heading before strangely asking:
“Again, looking for the Dark Pretty Cure; what do you plan to do this time?”
“Who knows?” Ash’s face under the mask chuckled mysteriously.
“Maybe I’m thinking of going on a date with her?”
———— This is the line-break for face-challenging —————
“Hmph, it’s you again.”
The black-dress-wearing beauty with one eye always closed sat next to a massive cultivation tank. She grew accustomed to Ash coming and didn’t just answer him as she once did with attacks.
Hehe, success.
Ash secretly rejoiced; her attitude showed a slight shift, which seemed to create a small crack in her mental barrier. Everything else would follow suit.
It appears my persistence trick learned from the previous world has worked well.
“Hey, give your friend a hug!”
Without looking, she pushed away Ash’s attempt to hug her by raising her hand. Even though she knew he wouldn’t actually try it, Dark Pretty Cure didn’t want this guy getting closer.
After all, besides the doctor-like Dr. Shabak, she never had any contact with other males and probably won’t get used to it.
“Are you blushing? Dark Pretty… Come to think of it, this is indeed a problem.”
Ash suddenly stopped mid-sentence and began examining himself with a strange gaze, causing Dark Pretty Cure to feel puzzled.
“?”
“Speaking of which, don’t you have a name?”
“My name is Dark Precure, given to me by Dr. Shabak. There’s no issue with that!”
“No, I’m not talking about your combat name,” Ash gestured, trying to get Dark Pretty Cure to understand. “For example, despite being called Timons here, I also have a real name that friends could use, something you might lack?”
For instance, I am myself, and Yuujirou is Yuujirou, even though they are distinct. Names differentiate the essence of each being,
“I don’t have friends.”
“What I suspected,”
Ash couldn’t help covering his face; he didn’t need Spider Gaki to remind him. The moment Ash saw the Dark Pretty Cure and the gigantic cultivation tank, he had mostly figured out her background.
She was created as a bio-weapon specifically to defeat the former Pretty Cures, the Moonlight Angels. Perhaps her meaning lay solely in this purpose. Forget names, she might not even know what a name signifies.
Based on Ash’s observations, although she regarded herself as Dr. Shabak’s tool, she wasn’t entirely devoid of emotion.
How could Ash, having seen such relatable setups before, remain indifferent?
“As you said you have no friends.” In the girl’s shocked eyes, Ash took her hand.
Ash gently collided their fists together, hitting top, bottom, left, right; after a peculiar sequence of moves, their hands naturally gripped each other.
“That makes me your friend now~”
Unsure of why, perhaps because Ash’s movements seemed naturally fitting, Dark Pretty Cure did not immediately strike the strange behavior away.
“Fr–iend…?”
Chewing on the unfamiliar term never present in her life, her thoughts were more chaotic than ever. Without realization, her two hands clung together, refusing to part.
