Hey, it's SAYkokoro here! Finally! A new episode. I'm sorry about the long wait. School has been crazy busy. I hope you guys all understand. I hope that I will be able to get episode out a bit faster than this one. I really, really, really hope this episode was worth the wait. Thank you D.N.S Akina, AnimeGirl4Ever, Cold-heart-Angel23, and enarmonios for your continuous support :)

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*Please excuse all spelling and grammar errors

OP: Your StoryFairytale Pretty Cure! – written by SAYkokoro

ED: DREAM! DREAM! DREAM! ~Waking Up Your Future~

Episode 25: |Masato is a Butler?! Can We Be Friends?!|

A little girl sits outside in her backyard alone with her knees to her. She's crying softly, taking off her thick-framed glasses to try and wipe away her tears with the back of her hands. But, no matter how much she tries, her light blue eyes continue to well up with tears.

Only one person hears the little girl's cries. "Fukumoto-sama, there you are!"

A young Tomoka lifts up her head and, through her blurred vision, sees a young boy racing towards her, "M-Masato-kun?"

The young Masato pushes up his oversized glasses. "I thought I told you; don't call me by my first name. I'm your butler now. Don't put your servant on the same level as you."

Tomoka sniffles, "Right. Sorry. I forgot." She points up at her young butler. "But, then you can't be calling me Fukumoto-sama. It's just so embarrassing!"

Masato rolls his eyes, "Fine. But, if your father yells at me for degrading his only daughter, I'm blaming you." Tomoka soundly looks up Masato with puffy eyes from all her crying. All Masato can muster is a sighs as he sits down next to his new master. "Believe me, this feels weird for me too, but what other choice does my family have."

Tomoka stays quiet as she wraps her arms around her legs, squeezing herself into a little ball. "Why are you here, Kashima-kun?" she mumbles, resting her head on her knees.

"You parents are looking for you," states Masato, as he adjusts his bowtie. "They're worries about you when you just ran off like that. And, quite frankly, so am I."

"That's a lie," says Tomoka coldly. "Mommy and daddy don't care about me. They don't love me."

Masato tilts his head to try to look his friend in the eye, but she jerks her head away. Masato huffs at this and leans his head back, gazing up at the cloudless sky. "I know you won't believe me when I tell you this, but, your parents do care about you. They do love you. They just have a…interesting way of showing it."

Tomoka shifts her feet inwards, but doesn't say a word. Masato lets out an obnoxious sigh, "Fine then, I guess I'll just have to love you for the both of them."

Tomoka turns around to look at her friend, her eyes sparkling with tears. Masato reaches out and brush the tears from her baby blue eyes and cups her cheek with one hand. "If you think you're all alone, that no one cares about you…than think about me. Because you know I'll always care for you. Okay, Fukumoto-san?"

Colour returns to Tomoka's face and she gives Masato the most beautiful smile of her life. "Okay, Kashima-kun!"

"Uh, Kashima-senpai?" Imari asks again. "Why are you dressed up as a butler?" Before Masato could see them, Bukku and Kuiru disappear inside their PreHeartBooks.

"Yes, Mr. Student Council President, Mr. Richest Boy in School," says Nijiko with her hands on her hips. "Please do tell."

"COSPLAY!" Masato and Tomoka say in unison.

"We don't believe you," state Imari and Nijiko together with the same unimpressed expressions on their faces.

"N-No! Seriously!" Tomoka still tries to explain. "It is cosplay!"

"Y-Yeah!" stammers Masato, obsessively fussing over his butler uniform. "I'm…uh…cosplaying…Bertram? From…Black Butler?"

"AHA!" explains Nijiko, pointing at the two of them. "That is a bald-faced lie if I ever heard one! His name is Sebastian, you dodo birds! Jeez, get your anime facts straight!"

"Gang it," mutter Masato and Tomoka together.

"Well then!" says Masato, clapping his hands together. "Wow, would you look at the time! Well I guess we better get going!" Masato grabs Tomoka by the shoulders and leads her inside of the mansion. "This was fun! Really! Let's do this again sometime. Soon! Your people call my people. We'll do lunch!" Masato slams the front door shut in Imari and Nijiko's faces.

Nijiko spins around on her heel and rests her arms behind her head. "Isn't this delicious irony," she coos as she walks down the driveway.

Imari tips her head to the side. "What is?"

"Oh, please," Nijiko smirks. "If the Great Masato doesn't like something, he will let the whole world know. Everyone knows how he feels about you being enrolled in Minwa Academy."

"Right," murmurs Imari as she steps in line with her friend.

Nijiko lets out a humorous snort, "Him saying how poor you are and how fake you are. Yet, all along, he's been the deceiver. I bet he's even poorer than you. And you're not even that poor!"

"I'm poor compared to rich people," nods Imari, understandingly.

"But, why would Tomoka keeps this a secret?" scoffs Nijiko, as she lets her arms swing down to her sides. "I mean, come on, Tomoka. I know your childhood friends with Masato, but why hide this tasty secret. How scandalous of you."

Imari gives her friend an unsure look. "What are you thinking, Nijiko?"

"Isn't it obvious?" smirks Nijiko. "It's time Masato got a sweet taste of karma. I can see the headlines now; 'Masato Kashima has been living a lie! The richest boy in school shines the Fukumoto family's shoes!'."

"That is a long name for a headline," points out Imari.

Nijiko pouts. "You know what I mean!"

The two friends open the main gates and slip out. As they do, Nijiko's PreHeartBook lets off a light green glow and the fairy prince Kuiru pops out. "Legendary warriors don't tattletale, Cure Enchant."

"So we're just gonna let him get away with lying!" frowns Nijiko is disbelief. "Maybe you guys don't get it; thee president of the student council, thee richest boy in school is a freaking butler! Who knows how long he's been keeping this a secret!"

"You're right, Nijiko," says Imari, shaking her head. "I don't get it. Butler or not, that doesn't change anything."

"Well, not everyone is as tolerant as you, Imari," huffs Nijiko, folding her arms crossly. "In a school full of the richest and talented people in Yūkibarano, anything can ruin your family's reputation."

Imari shrugs her shoulders. "Well, we can't do anything about it now. How about we talk about it with Tomoka tomorrow? We'll get all of this sorted out then."

Nijiko hangs her head about and lets out an obnoxious sigh. "How are you of all people not going crazy about this? How are you suddenly the mature one?"

Imari gives her friend a silly smile, "Because I got school clubs on the brain! I was just thinking of what club to try out for tomorrow! Maybe the Garden Club, the Fencing Club…oh! Or, the Kendo Team would be cool! What do you think, Nijiko?"

Nijiko playfully rolls her eyes. "Imari, you truly are one of a kind, you know that?"

Tomoka doesn't make a sound as she closes her bedroom door. She walks over to her bed and tosses her PreHeartBook on top. In a burst of pale blue light, Bukku pops out. But, Tomoka doesn't face the fairy prince. She has her back to him with folded arms.

"How long?" she asks. "How long have you know about Kashima?"

Bukku plops himself on top of the PreHeartBook, "Just today actually~buku. But, I finally figured it all out~buku. You weren't hiding me for fear of one of servants finding me~buku. You were hiding that Jerk Face from me~buku."

Tomoka walks away from Bukku and seats down at her wide window seat. She grabs one of the fluffy pillows and pressed it against her chest. "I wish you would stop calling him that."

Bukku shrugs. "But, it's the truth~buku. He's a jerk and he has a face~buku. I mean, seriously, why would you cover for someone like him?"

Tomoka is quiet for a long moment. She just stares out her window seat, looking out at the private garden and bright summer sky. She pressed her hand up against the glass and finally speaks up, "I thought you of all people would understand him."

Bukku raises an eyebrow, "Me of all people~buku?"

"Because the two of you are so much alike," nods Tomoka.

Bukku lets out a bitter laugh, "Me~buku? Like the Jerk Face~buku? You have gonna be joking~buku!"

"I don't know," murmurs Tomoka, leaning her head up against the window. "When people first meet Kashima, they all think he's harsh, rude, and short-tempered. And, no offence, but you came off the same way."

"Hey~buku!" says Bukku. "That's…not…okay…okay maybe that's a little bit true, but…"

"People always think he doesn't care, but he does," continue Tomoka, a saddened blue-colour filling her eyes. "But, he cares so much. About the Student Council, about Minwa Academy, about everyone. Although, his methods can be unorthodox at times, Kashima just wants to push others to do their best and find their purpose. But, Kashima has a hard time showing these feelings and he comes off angrier than he means to."

Bukku snorts and jerks his head away, "Hmph~buku! That sounds nothing like me~buku!"

Tomoka looks to the small prince with soft eyes. "You know what it feels like to be an outsider. To have no one who understands you. To feel like you're all alone in the world. I know that's something the two of you share."

Bukku opens his mouth to argue again, but closes his mouth and lets out a sigh, "Fine~buku. I'll quit it with the names~buku. But, I'm still not changing my mind about him~buku!"

"That's fine," mumbles Tomoka as she gets up. "I gotta go wash up for dinner."

As she heads over to her private bathroom, Bukku stops her, "Hey, Tomoka."

Tomoka pops her head out from the bathroom, "Yes, Bukku?"

Bukku is looking down, playing with his cape. "M-Masato…Masato is lucky to have you as a friend."

Tomoka blinks in surprise at first, but then bursts into a tender smile. "Thank you, Bukku."

"Good morning, Yū-chan!" waves Imari as she arrives at school.

"Oh! Good morning, Imari-chan," beams her best friend as the two come together with a high-five. "So, what is your club plans today, Imari-chan? Baseball Team? Maybe the Tea Ceremony Club? Or, perhaps the Light Music Club?"

Imari shakes her head, "Nope! I going to try and join the Kendo Team!"

An emotion Imari couldn't pin down washes over Yū's face and she nervously grabs at her pleated skirt, "Um…a-are you sure about that, Imari-chan?"

Imari tips her head confusedly to the side. "What do you mean?"

Yū bites her bottom lip. "You mean you don't know?"

"Know what?" asks Imari.

"Um…" trails off Yū. "T-That…that Kendo is…difficult! Yeah, d-difficult! I mean, do you even know how to use a shinai?"

"I'll do you one better, I have no idea what a shinai even is!" grins Imari. "Isn't that why you would join the Kendo Team, to learn all this stuff?"

"Um…I guess so," shrugs Yū. "Just don't say I didn't warn you."

"Yū worries too much," Imari says to herself as she heads to the school's dojo where the Kendo Team was always held. "The Kendo Team is gonna be so much fun!"

Without hesitation, Imari pushes open the sliding dojo doors and slips inside. Imari had never been inside the school dojo before, and its beauty nearly took her breath away. There was a gentle smell of the pine in the air that no other building in Minwa Academy had. Imari also noticed the unique peaked-curved roof. Imari slowly spun around to look at all the gorgeous details. It was all old-fashioned and grand with scrolls of kanji on the opposite side of the wall, a beautiful golden dragon paining on a bare part of the wall, and small windows on the edges of the roof that gave the dojo a beautiful caramel-colour to the wooden room.

"Hello, can we help you?" Imari hadn't even noticed, but the dojo was filled with students in training armour, with their wooden swords in hand.

One of the students, a girl, takes off her mask and asks her question again. "Can we help you with something?"

Imari blinks, "Oh, yeah, sorry! I was just wondering if you were expecting new members."

The girl raises an eyebrow at her. "You wanna join the Kendo Team?"

"Yep!" nods Imari eagerly.

The Kendo members all exchange the same expression Yū had given her in the morning. "Um, okay then. We'll see what the Captain says, I guess."

"The Captain?" echoes Imari curiously.

Suddenly, a boy steps out from the change room with his mask and wooden sword in hand. "What's going on, guys? We have training to do for the tournament—!"

The girl member smirks, "Seems the Club Flunk wants to join our team, Kashima-senpai. What do you think?"

Before she knows it, Imari comes face-to-face with the Captain of the Kendo Team—the one and only Masato Kashima.

Oh dear, gulps Imari, This must be what Yū-chan was trying to warn me about. Oh boy.

Imari politely waves, "Um, hi, Kashima-senpai. Hehe."

Dressed head-to-toe in the navy blue-and-black training armour, Masato glares down on Imari. He looks down at his wooden sword, then back at her. He tosses the sword in the air and catches it by the end and thrusts the handle into Imari's hand. "Let's see what you go, Suzukawa-kōhai."

Imari stumbles with the wooden sword as she bobs her head, "O-Okay!"

Masato turns to his fellow members. "Suzukawa-kōhai and I will start training in the back, you guys can practice here."

"No prob, Kashima-senpai," obeys the girl member as she puts her mask back on and rallies the rest of the group into their training positions.

"Come with me, Suzukawa-kōhai," directs Masato as he guild her to the back of the dojo.

Imari just nods her head and quickly follows him. She found it funny seeing Masato in this training armour. He wore a hakama, kind of like a black montsuki kimono with white tabi socks and footwear. In his school uniform, Masato always walked with pride; head up, straight back, and arms held behind him. He was taller than Imari, however she hadn't taken him for the athletic-type. But, now, seeing him in his Kendo uniform, Imari could see the hidden strength behind him now.

Masato picks up a spare wooden sword and turns to Imari. He looks down at how she's holding it curled up in her arms. "You have never used a shinai, have you?"

"Ooooh, so this is a shinai!" realizes Imari. "Sorry, I've never done kendo before. I just thought it would be fun to learn. Haha."

"…That's nice," says Masato flatly. He was always very good at that; good at making people feel stupid. That's certainly how Imari felt as she stands there holding the wooden sword like a toddler.

"You're holding the shinai wrong, you know," obviously states Masato. "Here, copy me."

He holds out his wooden sword straight out in front of him. "Always keep their spine straight, head always level with your opponent, shinai always level, and keep your feet parallel. Like this." Masato shifts his body and Imari copies, trying to keep her back straight like he said and keeping her feet separated.

Masato nods his head. "Good. Now hold your shinai straight out in from of you." Imari bobs her head and holds her wooden sword in front of her, pointing the tip right at Masato, "Much better."

Imari grins. "I bet I look super cool right now! Like a samurai master!"

Masato rolls his eyes. "You look like a little kid playing Star Wars, but sure, whatever you say." He shifts his wooden sword.

"Now, in tournaments, to get points, you can hit only four spots on your opponent. Masato gently taps Imari on the top of her head. "Either the top or side of the head protector"—taps her in the wrist—"the left or right wrist protector"—pats her torso—"the armour that protects the torso"—carefully hovers the wooden sword in front of Imari's throat—"or, in front of the throat."

Imari eagerly nods her head. "Okay, that makes sense! Wow! This is so cool!"

Masato raises any eyebrow at her. "You really think that?"

"Of course," says Imari puzzled. "Why wouldn't I?"

Masato simply shrugs his shoulders. "Honestly, I can never tell the difference between your real smile and your fake smile."

Imari's smile falls, "…Oh."

Masato points his kendo sword at her. "So, you don't deny it. It makes me wonder...if you're as sweet and innocent as people make you out to be."

Imari pouts. "What's that supposed to mean?" Its then that Imari realizes that Masato as slowly been shifting around and has now started circling Imari with his sword pointed straight at her.

"I know you think you're so clever," snorts Masato. "Let me guess, if I don't let you join the Kendo Team, you'll go off and tell everyone who I really am. Is that your game? Blackmailing the Student Council President?"

"W-What?" blinks Imari in disbelief. "N-No! I-I just thought the Kendo Team would be fun! I-I didn't know you were their captain!"

"You really expect me to believe that," scoffs Masato. "You've been at this school for four months and didn't know. Yeah right."

"I'm sorry, Kashima-senpai," frowns Imari, "But, the universe doesn't revolve around you. For your information, I've been far too busy with my own life to pay attention to yours." And my responsibility as a PreCure!

Masato smirks. "Now your true colours show."

"What true colours?!" echoes Imari, her eyebrows coming together. "This is me! This is who I've always been! Why don't' you believe me?"

"Why don't you just get out of here," says Masato as he turns around to storm off.

But, Imari runs around him and blocks his path. "No," states Imari. "I'm not going to tuck my tail between my legs and just walk away. I still want to join the Kendo Team and, if it's possible…I want to be your friend, Kashima-senpai!"

Masato loses his footing for only a moment before regaining his composer and puffing his chest out at Imari in bewilderment. "You have got to be kidding me. Me and you…friends. Don't make me laugh."

"I mean it!" nods Imari. "And it's not because your friends with Tomoka, or because you're a butler. I've always wanted to be your friend! This whole time! I think you're really cool, Kashima-senpai, and I want to be your friend!"

"Tsk!" Masato hits Imari's kendo sword right out her hands in anger, "Get out of here, Club Flunk."

The wooden sword falls to the ground and Imari throws up her hands in frustration. "Jeez, do you really hate me that much?!"

"I never said I hated you!" snaps Masato as he looks down at the ground. "Because…because I don't. I'm…I'm je—!"

"—Amazing. Your heart is filled with some much darkness. It's making my mouth water…"

Imari's blood runs cold, Oh no! She quickly spins around and looks up. Why! Why here? Why now?

Licking her luminous lips, Linda gazes down at Imari and Masato. She slicks one of her nails over her bottom lip and flashes with pearl-white fangs. "I could taste your dark heart from miles away."

"Who the heck are you?" demands Masato, pointing his kendo sword up at the Dark Charm Knight. "You are trespassing on school property! Get out of here before I make you!"

Linda smiles wickedly down at Masato, "My, my, my. What a temper this one has. How…delicious." Linda opens up her palm and horrifying dark magic slime pours down and twirls down to the floor. "You will make a very powerful Endingu."

Imari looks down at the black goo and she can't move a muscle. She remembers that horrible gunk, the slim of pure dark magic that corrupted and turned her into an Endingu herself. Imari hears the ringing in her ears to move, but her feet refuse.

The black muck lashes out. "Look out!" cries Masato as he pushes Imari out of the way.

Imari stumbles to the ground and barely manages to brace herself and falls on her arms.

"GYAH!" The scream hits Imari's ears and staggers to turn around. She looks up at Masato and her whole body goes numb. Where Masato stands shielding Imari, the dark magic shot Masato right through the heart and Masato is gasping for air. To Imari's horror, the dark magic starts twisting itself around Masato chest as he starts coughing up the black goo.

Using all his strength, Masato looks down at Imari with the dark magic speckling his face as the look of despair knocks the wind out of Imari. Masato reaches his hand weakly out to her, "R-R-Run!"

Just like Imari and Nijiko's mother, Masato's eyes fill with sorrow and despair and the dark magic consumes him and hangs up in the ceiling of the gym like a marionette. Nightmare-colour beam of light blasts out of Masato's heart. From the dark magic, an Endingu is born.

"ENDINGU!" The black slug takes form into a huge monster covered in silver kendo armour with bright red eyes beaming through the helmet.

"I know you're powerless now, Cure Fable," says Linda as she examines her nails. "But, I personally prefer you to be completely destroyed than alive at all. My beautiful Endingu, you know what to do."

The monster thrusts out its arm and a blade of darkness forms in its hand, "Endingu!"

"Masato, no!" pleads Imari. But, the creature before her is no longer Masato. The Endingu slashes down its powerful sword.

Luckily, Imari manages to duck out of the way and makes a break for the gym door. "Everyone, get out of here! Now!" Dropping their wooden swords and headgear, the Kendo Team runs for the door, ducking past the Endingu.

Before Imari runs away, she looks behind her at the Masato Endingu and bites her bottom lip. I have to get this Endingu out of here. I can't have it hurt anybody!

"Hey, ugly!" calls Imari, "Come and get me!" She slams the door as hard as she can behind her and takes off running down the hallway.

As she splints down the hallway, she takes a glimpse back. "Endingu!" The Endingu smashes right through the door, crumbling the walls around it. It's burning red eyes lock onto Imari and it starts charging after her through the long stretched hallway.

Imari nearly trips over her own feet in alarm, but manages to stumble through the end of the hallway and closes the next set of doors behind her. I gotta find Tomoka and Nijiko! I gotta get this monster away from the school!

Imari makes it the fire exit and bursts it up to the open space of the school field. "Endingu!" Before Imari can plan her next move, the monster easily crashes through the wall of doors Imari set up for it. The Masato Endingu's incredible power sends a massive shockwave through the hallway, causing Imari to tumble to the ground and smash up against a nearby cherry blossom tree. Imari lets out a raw gasp and clutches her shoulder as pain jolts through her left arm.

"Why are you even bothering to fight, Cure Fable," taunts Linda as she soars up beside her monstrous creation. "You've lost all your powers. You're just a useless human now."

"You're…wrong!" gasps Imari as she tries to get to her feet, still holding her injured shoulder. But, all she can manage is kneeling down on one knee. Linda narrows her eyes in bewilderment. "I'm powerful because I'm a human! And as long as I can stand, I will always fight! So…don't underestimate us humans!"

Linda hisses in disgust. "God, you humans and your obnoxious pigheadedness is sickening! I can't wait till Kuroizado-sama destroy every last one of you! Endingu!"

The Masato monster towers over Imari and lifts its sword of darkness into the air.

"Fight it, Kashima-senpai! Fight it!" pleads Imari.

"Endingu!" The Endingu drops it powerful blade down on Imari as she fearfully closes her eyes shut.

"Wise Safeguard!" Imari blinks open her eyes in surprise as a pale blue shield appears in front of her and blocks the Endingu's sword.

Cure Mythical with Bukku on her shoulder jumps to Imari aid with a terrified expression on her face. "Imari, are you okay!"

"I-I think so," stammers Imari. "But, my arm…" Her friend swings her unharmed arm around her shoulder and grabs her side with other arm, hoisting her friend up on her feet.

Cure Enchant rushes over to her friends with her Enchanted Blade in hand. "Get Imari somewhere safe, Mythical. I'll handle this monster in shining armour."

"It's Kashima-senpai," Imari informs the legendary warriors. "Linda turned him into an Endingu. Just like me and your mom, Enchant."

"No way," gasps Mythical, her eyes wide with hurt.

"…Well, that makes things easier~buku," chimes in Bukku.

Cure Enchant delivers a well deserved bop to Bukku's head. "Don't worry, Mythical," she states as she grips her blade tightly. "Linda will pay for this!" With that, the green warrior launches into battle, her blade of light magic clashing with the Masato Endingu's sword of dark magic.

As Cure Mythical helps Imari out of danger, Kuiru soars over to help his injured friend. "You've done more than enough, Cure Fable. Cure Enchant and Cure Mythical can handle the rest~kuru."

Imari nods her head and finds the strength to stand up on her own. "I-I'm alright, Mythical."

"A-Are you sure?" checks Cure Mythical caringly.

Imari bobs her head. "I'll be fine. Go help Enchant."

Cure Mythical nods her head. "Okay." With that, the blue warrior jumps into action and joins her teammate in her fierce battle.

"Even without your powers~kuru," chuckles Kuiru to himself, "You still manage to be a great leader~kuru."

"Huh?" blinks Imari in surprise. "But, I thought—"

"—Uh, guys~buku," points out Bukku, looking to the battle, "I think we gotta problem~buku."

"PreCure Punch!" the blue and green warriors strike the Endingu together, but they didn't even manage to dent the monster's silver kendo armour.

"Endingu!" the Masato Endingu slashes out viscously at the two PreCure with its dark sword. Luckily, Cure Enchant and Mythical manage to push off each other and jump out of the way of the attack.

"You got pretty strong armour," snorts Cure Enchant annoyed. "But, let's see if you can handle this! Emerald Flash!"

Cure Enchant releases a huge spark of bright green light and blasts the Endingu in the chest. Green PreCure smirks proudly to herself, "Gotcha!"

But, the Masto Endingu breaks through the attack, completely unscathed, leering over the warrior with blazing red eyes. Cure Enchant looks on in disbelief. "What the heck? There's not even a scratch on him!"

The Endingu slashes its sword down on Cure Enchant and Cure Mythical quickly jumps to her teammate's side and lifts up her hands, "Wise Safeguard!"

The sword clashes with the Blue PreCure's shield. To evenyone's horror, the shield begins to crack under the power of the Masato Endingu as it slashes straight through, striking both PreCure.

"Kyah!" cries out the blue and green warriors as they are sent flying and crash into the wall of the school.

Cure Enchant manages to stand her ground, struggling to keep herself up on her feet, using the wall as support, "I-Is that all you got? T-That was nothing!" the green warrior rockets off the wall as a powerful lime green glow around her fists, "Magical Strike!"

With all her might, Cure Enchant punches the Endingu right the center of its mask. "How do you like them apples?"

But, the Endingu doesn't even flinch, its eyes raging bright red at the small PreCure. Cure Enchant's eyes fill with fear as the Endingu grabs her arm and thrashes her away like she was an annoying little bug.

"KYAAAH!" Cure Enchant lands so hard on her back that her body straight into the ground. She gasps out in pain as the wind gets knocked out of her.

"Cure Enchant!" exclaim her friends.

"Stop it, Kashima!" cries Cure Mythical as she tries to walk to the Endingu, but her knees buckle and she collapses to the ground. "Don't hurt Nijiko! Please! Stop it!"

"Your pleading cries sound like music to my ears," coos Linda as she licks her lips lustrously. She soars over to the Endingu and pats the monster lovingly in its head, "Such a strong Endingu. Yes you are~. Yes you are~."

"DON'T TOUCH HIM!" yells Cure Mythical, her light blue eyes burning with fierce ice of rage at the Dark Charm Knight.

"You foolish girl," smiles Linda wickedly as she claws her long nails over the top of the Masato Endingu's head. "This is a monster of nightmares and despair. The most powerful Endingu I have ever crafted. This boy truly has a heart of darkness."

"NO!" cries Cure Mythical, burning tears streaming down her face. "That's not true! Kashima…Kashima is a good person! He…He may come off quite harsh and c-can be short-temper at times, but he's only like that because he cares and gets annoyed when others don't that things seriously!"

Cure Mythical staggers to her feet, but sways back and forth weakly as she glares up at the Dark Charm Knight towering over her like an empress. "Kashima turned down Nīmi-senpai's club request so she can think about what would make the PreCure Fan Club important. He got mad at Imari because he wanted her to be respectful of me. He was only trying to protect me. He didn't do it just to be cruel. Kashima just wants everyone to feel passionate in what they believe in."

Linda rolls her eyes irritably, "That's nice, Cure Mythical, but I couldn't care less about what you have to say."

"Well, I care!" Cure Enchant struggles to her feet, supporting her legs by pushing down on her knees with her hands.

"Me too~buku!" states Bukku as he stands atop of Imari's head. "Masato Kashima might not be my most favourite person in the world, but if he's Tomoka's friends than he's my friend too~buku! And we fight for our friends~buku!"

"Bukku," breathes Cure Mythical, her tears sparkling in her eyes with a grateful smile. "Thank you."

Cure Enchant stands by her teammate's side and grabs her hand. "Let's finish this, Mythical."

"Okay," nods Cure Mythical as they trust their arms out, aiming at the Endingu. The two legendary warriors become engulfed in streams of blue and green, twisting together as a pure white spell circle surrounds the Masato Endingu.

With the power of wisdom and magic, Cure Enchant and Mythical unleash their strongest attack, "Pretty Cure…Miraculous Savoir Faire!"

The legendary warriors blast out their beam of bright green and cyan blue light, consuming the Endingu as the light envelopes the monster in armour.

"Great job, Enchnat, Mythical," Bukku grins, "So much for your most powerful Endingu—!"

"—ENDINGU!" the shining of the Endingu's armour gleams through the bright light. With a flash of its red eyes, the Masato Endingu breaks out of the spell circle, completely unharmed.

A devilish smile spread across Linda's face. "You were saying, Your Highness?"

The two PreCure's eyes widen. "Y-You have got to be kidding me!" stammers Cure Enchant.

Cure Mythical's jaw hung wide open. "A-Are combine powers didn't even phase it!"

"You PreCure really need to work on your listening skills," coos Linda as she crosses her leg over the other like a lioness. "I told you, my Endingu is impenetrable. Nothing can pierce my monster's armour."

"No way," gulps Imari breathlessly.

"Now then," Linda smirks as she snaps her fingers. "Endingu, be a doll and turn these PreCure inside a scrumptious meal."

"Endingu!" the Masato monster pulls out its kendo sword and it turns as black as an abyss.

The Endingu slashes down on the two weak warriors, "KYAAAH!" Cure Enchant and Mythical as sent flying and smash to the ground covered in scraps and wounds.

"NO!" cries out Imari. She races to her fallen teammates with Bukku and Kuiru by her side. She collapses down beside them. "Mythical! Enchant!"

Cure Enchant lets out a painful cough and struggles to lift up her head and look at Imari, "We…we can't beat this guy!"

"I don't…I don't know much more of this I can take," gasps Cure Mythical as she digs her nails into the dirt.

"It's over PreCure!" laughs Linda deliciously. "You are finished! Kuroizado-sama will definitely reward me for this~! By making me his queen~! I can see the crown atop of my beautiful head right now~!"

No, no, no, no! Imari's head is spinning as she looks up at the Masato Endingu, its kendo armour looming in the sunlight. In a panic, Imari cups her ears and closes her eyes frantically. There has to be a way to defeat this! It can't be over! It just can't! Think, Imari, think!

"Now, in tournaments, to get points, you can hit only four spots on your opponent." Imari's eyes burst open as Masato's words echo through her mind.

Masato gently taps Imari on the top of her head, "Either the top of the head, the wrist, the torso, or the throat."

"That's…that's it!" bursts out Imari, jumping to her feet, "The Endingu does have weak spots! They just weren't getting hit!"

"Cure Fable?" wonders Kuiru. "What are you thinking up?"

"I remember now what Kashima-senpai told me," smiles Imari. "The weaknesses in kendo are the head, the wrist, the torso, and the throat. If we can't find a way to hit that, maybe we can defeat the Endingu."

"It's worse a try," says Cure Enchant as she climbs back onto her feet, "Head, wrist, torso, and throat. I think we can handle it."

Cure Mythical nods. "Let's go for it, Enchant."

Overhead, Linda lets out an obnoxious groan. "Here's a better idea, ladies. Why don't you just give up?"

"Sorry," Cure Enchant smirks. "Throwing in the towel just isn't in our nature."

With that, Cure Enchant charges at the Endingu. She opens up her hand and her bright green sword appears in her grip. "I gotta slash you a question! Enchanted Blade!" The Green PreCure slices the Endingu right in the wrist protector.

To everyone's astonishment, the armour surrounded the spot Cure Enchant struck turned from silver to gold. The monster cries out in pain as the armour melts away and its hand completely crumbles apart.

Cure Enchant smiles in relief. "It worked!"

"Good work, Imari," beams Cure Mythical as newfound strength courses through her. "Now, leave the rest to us!" the blue warrior bolts out at the Endingu and charges up her brand new attack, "Cyan Rocket!"

A giant cannonball of bright blue light shoots out of Cure Mythical's hands and blasts the Endingu right in its torso. "Endingu!" cries out the monster once more as its body turns gold and starts to crumble away.

Linda starts to quake in anger, "No, you stupid humans! You ruin everything!"

"Nope," chimes in Cure Enchant as she leaps into the air. "We're just the clean-up crew for your dark magic. PreCure Kick!" the Green PreCure drops down a powerful axe kick right on top of the Endingu's head.

"Eeeendiiingu!" its whole helmet turns gold and the kendo mask melts right off the monster's face.

In that moment, Cure Enchant opens up her PreHeartBook and pulls out her Sleeping Beauty Fairy Puppet. "Hey, Imari," she calls. "You can do the honours! Sleeping Beauty Blooming Slumber!" The princess puppet shimmers a radiant powder over the Endingu, putting it into a deep sleep.

"Ending…" murmurs the Endingu as its eyes begin to droop and collapses to the ground.

Imari looks around and spots a big rock underneath the cherry blossom tree. With her one good arm, Imari picks up the rock and turns to the monster. "Hey, Linda!" she calls as she pulls back her arm. "I told you not to underestimate us humans!"

With all her of strength, Imari throws the rock and it hits the Masato Endingu right in the throat. Head-to-toe, the monster turns from a bright gold to a murky ebony-black as the dark magic melts away and dissolves into pure light magic that sprinkles over the soft grass.

"No!" hisses Linda in disgust, revealing her sharp fangs.

"Hey, Linda, you got something on your face," coos Cure Enchant. "It's defeat!"

"Shut up, you red-haired brat!" lashes out Linda, "Next time, you won't be so lucky!" In a fit of rage, Linda teleports away with a snap of a finger.

"Imaaaari!" sings the Pretty Cure of Wisdom as she transforms back into Tomoka Fukumoto and gives her friend a big hug. "That was amazing!"

The Pretty Cure of Magic revolts back to Nijiko Ōmitsu and swings an arms over both friends. "Yeah, that was some smart thinking there, Imari."

Kuiru nods his head. "Even though you couldn't transform, you made this victory possible, Cure Fable. Don't ever forget that~kuru."

Imari bursts into a bright smile, "Supreme smile power! Thanks, Kuiru!"

"Thank you very much for patching me up," hollers Imari as she steps out of the nurse's office with her left arm wrapped in a sling.

She politely closes the door behind her and starts to make her way down the hallway, but stops when she sees Masato leaning up against the wall of the nurse's office.

"K-Kashima-senpai?" blinks Imari. She greets him with a warm smile. "Well, this is a pleasant surprise."

"Tomo—Fukumoto-san said you would be here," says Masato as he turns to face Imari properly.

Imari lets out a laugh and Masato flinches, "W-What's so funny?"

"Sorry, Kashima-senpai," giggles Imari into her hand. "I just think it's funny that you always correct yourself from saying Tomoka's first name. I think it's kinda cute."

Masato looks down at the ground and lets out a small chuckle. "Yeah, of course you would think that."

When he lifts his head back up, Imari is inches from his face, giving him a cheeky smile. Masato jumps back in surprise, throwing up his arm in front of his face to hide his reddened face, "W-W-What are you smiling for?!"

"That was the first time I've ever heard you laugh," grins Imari with soften eyes. "You have a really nice laugh. You should laugh more often."

Masato scratches at his nose, "You too—I mean—thank you—I mean…h-how's your arm?"

Imari looks down at her arm wrapped up in the sling. "It's fine. The nurse said it's just a sprain. It should be all good in a couple weeks or so."

Masato's eyes darken as he looks down at Imari's injured arm, "…I'm sorry."

Imari blinks in surprise, "For what?"

"As Student Council President—no—as man, I was suppose to protect. I tried to protect you, but…" Masato reaches out and touch Imari's forearm, brushing his fingers through the white fabric, "...But, I couldn't. You got hurt and it's my fault."

Imari smiles gently. "I'm fine, Kashima-senpai. You did protect me, and I'm grateful for that. Thank you, Kashima-senpai." And without you, we never would have known how to defeat the Endingu.

Masato realizes his hand was still on her arm and embarrassingly pulls away. "Um…m-my family have had a long time relationship with the Fukumoto family. All the way back to our great-great-grandparents. D-Did you know that?"

"No, actually, I didn't," admits Imari confusedly. What's with the sudden change in conversation?

"W-Well, you see, about 5-years-ago, my family's business went bankrupt," continues Masato as the two start heading down the hallway. "That kind of scandal would have ruined our family name. So, the Kashima family and the Fukumoto family made a deal…"

"Where are you going with this?" asks Imari puzzled.

"Just listen, alright," mutters Masato, turning away from her. "My father and Tomoka's father have been long time friends so Moriki-sama agreed to give my family what we needed to keep up appearances. But, in exchange, we had to servant under the Fukumoto family."

"Oh," realizes Imari. "That's how you became Tomoka's butler, isn't it."

"Yes," Masato sighs. "The reason I'm a student here, the reason I can be the Kendo Team Captain and the Student Council President is all thanks to the Fukumoto family. The least I can do to repay the debt is to serve them."

"I guess so," murmurs Imari hesitantly.

"I've be lying to everyone for 5-whole-years," says Masato, the sadness in his voice is unmistakable. "The teachers, the students, my friends, everyone. They all still think I'm the richest boy in student."

Masato stops in his tracks and turns to Imari who stumbles to stop behind him. "No, I don't hate you, Suzukawa-kōhai. The truth is I'm…I'm jealous of you."

Imari almost loses her footing in shock, "You're jealous of me?" she echoes in disbelief.

"You never felt like you had to lie about yourself," says Masato. "From the minute you step foot into this school you were outright and proud of who you are and your humble beginnings and didn't care what others thought about that. And I was jealous of that. You had more courage than I ever had."

"Then why be brave now?" Masato's eyes widen as he looks up at Imari, completely thrown off by her response. "You can come clean and tell your friends and everybody who you really are."

Masato lets the shine of his glasses hide his face. "I can't do that. Everyone will just get mad at me for lying to them all these years."

"I'm sure they will," agrees Imari with a nod. "But, if they're really your friends, they'll forgive you. If they don't, then it's their loss. Then they weren't ever really your friends."

"I don't know," mumbles Masato.

Randomly, Imari starts robbing the side of Masato's shoulder with her one good arm, "Rub, rub, rub."

"What. Are. You. Doing?" says Masato, completely unamused.

"I'm trying to rub off some of my courage on you," states Imari.

"Well, stop it. It's not working."

Imari starts using both arms on Masato's shoulder and messing up his hair, "Rub, rub, rub. Rub, rub, rub."

"S-Stop it," Masato snaps as he tries to hold back from laughing.

"Not until you say I can join the Kendo Team!" states Imari through her giggles.

"Y-You still want to join the Kendo Team?" blinks Masato in surprise.

"Of course!" beams Imari, grabbing his hand with her one good hand. "I think it will be a lot of fun! Soooo say I can join the team! Say it, say it, say it!"

Masato straightens his posture and politely clears his throat. "Imari Suzukawa, would you like to join the Kendo Team?"

"I don't know," snorts Imari, rolling her eyes. "Let me think about it."

"W-What?" stammers Masato.

Imari burst into laughter, "Just kidding! I happily accept. I can't wait to get started, Masato!"

Next Time on Fairytale Pretty Cure!

Tomoka: Hey guys, my brothers are coming over for a visit.

Imari: Oh! That's cool, Tomoka!

Tomoka: I guess. Toshihiro-oniisama is studying to be a doctor.

Imari: That's awesome! Just like your dad!

Tomoka: Yeah, but Tomokazu-oniisan doesn't see eye-to-eye with our father.

Nijiko: I sense family drama~! This should be fun.

Tomoka:Family Reunion! Toshihiro and Tomokazu!