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Episode 1

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Noah - Spiritual Domination

The World of Pretty Cure.

It was one unique kind of universe in the Multiverse. On the surface of the planet Earth, it was just like what one would expect of Earth. It was a universe that mostly have the same history and the mostly same timeline of events that one can or would be familiar with. Why mostly? Simple. There is one factor that made the difference. Because the PreCure are the ones who are an element of this world and by extension this universe.

Who are the PreCure?

They are a specified group of magical girls who battle against evil forces as part of the daily fare. From local, planetary, galactic, and universal threats, they have always prevailed time and time again. The dreams and hopes of the people that are saved and restored by them time and time again are ones that spoke of in stories, and perhaps even in legends and myths. Overall, they are quite the famous heroes on the planet and in the wider universe, and are well-renowned and loved by many, inspiring countless individuals across the globe and beyond.

But then...

There is a certain threat that the Precure may eventually have to end up facing. Enemies old and new would come and return in a way that may not be expected. And the Multiverse would be open wide to them in a way that they had never realized before nor would they expect what could or would happen.

There was a battle that was happening within the deep forest.

There were these mysterious and dangerous alien creatures that roam throughout the forest. These creatures were of many varying shapes and sizes. Their relentlessness to kill every human in sight knows no bounds and one that is without any reason, just pure instinct, a soulless weapon designed for merely one purpose. But now, they were being stopped from doing whatever they may do by one young man wearing an advanced form of armor that is reminiscent of a wristwatch.

ZIKAN GIRADE! KEN!

And there were magenta-colored slashes that were hurled everywhere, sending a wave of mini-explosions that turned these monsters to dust and ashes. These alien creatures—Noise—were creatures that should not even exist in this world, let alone this universe. An anathema that one that needed to be expunged due to the dire threat that these creatures posed. The armored Kamen Rider knew that they needed to be dealt with by whatever means necessary. And thus, he used his blade to perform slashes and turns, cutting through them like grass as if he were lawn cleaning.

And then, after about five minutes, it was over.

He looks back and forth as if to assess the threat that he would need to take into account. There were none as he cleared them all, much to his relief as he sighed heavily and looks at the stars of heaven.

The stars.

They were something that was one of the rare comforts that would allow this young man to look up and contemplate his own life. And his life was quite the heaviest of complications as he recalls having met his alternative future self before passing away to parts unknown, a memory that felt so long ago. Even now, he still has that classic pocket watch that he had been given and is located in his pocket.

He detransforms, taking the watches off of his belt and placing the watches in his pocket while getting the classic pocket watch and opening it, revealing the Roman numerals and the clock hands reminding one of Big Ben.

"...The future...huh..." The young man—George Kurai—softly muttered to himself, his expression turning solemn as he looks back at the sky, seeing the shining stars and the bright moon.

What is the future?

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Dies irae - Animation OST: Amantes amantes

George was very nervous. In fact, he was more than nervous. He was terrified. He was worried. He was anxious. He was all of these things at once while having a million thoughts swirling in his mind.

Honestly, what was that old man thinking of even sending him to this school of all places? At least, that was what he thought that one time before this particular moment. The fact that he was right here, right now, right where Hana Nono and some of her teammates are and the only thing separating them and him is just right near this wooden door that acts like an opening to a new, uncharted world.

He was currently inside the school building of L'Avenir Academy, now wearing his prepared male uniform consisting of a white shirt that is worn underneath a blue jacket. A red tie is tied around the neck of the students. Right now, he was having second thoughts about just running away from this very room as far away as it is possible. But of course, he can't really do it and was just standing near the closed door separating him from the rest of his potential classmates.

"Are you ready, George-kun?"

A male teacher had asked him, sporting that reassuring smile. George knew him to be the homeroom teacher of this specific classroom. Uchifuji-sensei, he recalled. He supposed that the reassuring smile was a way to reassure him specifically about the slightly obvious form of nervousness that he was showing on his face. But then, the teacher has no idea just what kind of history that George, or rather his alternate future self, had with his students. This in fact was a concerning thought that might end up in the good or bad end if he didn't become careful of what he says or does in front of them. Maybe he was just getting a bit too worried. But then, his official secret job (one of them anyway) was to ensure that all PreCure throughout the world are protected from the shadows. And of course, he succeeds in this job. And he had been given this job ever since he was given the power of an admittedly fictional character in his reality.

Kamen Rider.

But little did he know, it was specifically a Kamen Rider that the world had yet to know would truly exist in its future when he was first given the Transformation Belt Ziku-Driver the very first time.

Zi-O.

The very first time...No, don't think about it now, George thought with a subtle grimace.

"(Sigh). Yes, Uchifuji-sensei. I'm ready," He said, sighing softly.

Interiorly, he just hopes that things can get slightly better after this, as much as he can hope anyway, but he very much doubted it. Fighting the Noise in the middle of the night has gotten him rather soar. Good thing his bedroom has a hyperbolic time function that is set so that he could sleep properly. Quite handy when you have an uncle that specializes in many fields of science. But of course, there was a major concern that George was thinking about right now. And that was...

"("Nono Hana...To think that I get to finally meet you and your teammates face to face...")" George thought.

Perhaps...that promise that he had made would finally reveal itself after deliberately delaying the pre-destined meeting that he has with her...But then, even he thought that he was not ready.

Hana Nono—Cure Yell, the young woman who had fought as a PreCure so many times, saving the world and even the universe at times, was now currently wandering off into her interior thoughts as she stared at the window from the left. Normally speaking, she was an energetic girl who was great and brimming with positivity and the cheerleader archetype that brightens everyone's day without fail. Right now, she was thinking very deeply and reminiscently, her smile was simple and yet was also quite sad as it was directed towards someone who was no longer here.

The man by the name of George Kurai.

"We'll meet again."

Or so he once said before eventually disappearing once more, somewhere where even she would not even know. He was her enemy, the man that brought a lot of suffering for the sake of his goals. But right now, not of that really mattered to her. Right now, she wonders what he was doing right now. And she hoped that he was happy despite everything, wherever or perhaps whenever he is.

But why was she even thinking of him right now?

Well, this was not technically the first time. She had been thinking about him for a while, but it is usually discreet. Right now or about the past few days, she could not care any less about being discreet somewhat. She tends to sometimes dream of him, at least his shadow, and that's what worried her. But she tends to forget the details behind these dreams so she really could not pay much mind to it, not knowing what else to go on. And she never told anyone about this. How can she when she does not even know how to explain it?

"Alright everyone, I'd like to introduce a new transfer student for today," the homeroom teacher said as he enters the classroom through the sliding door.

"Eh? A transfer student?"

The one who spoke was Hana's best friend, Saaya Yakushiji, who was looking at Hana's other best friend, Homare Kagayaki. Their expressions were one of surprise as having a transfer student in the middle of this school year was a rarity if anything. Many of the students in the class were talking about this in whispers. While this was happening, Hana, who had been glancing through the window, glances back at the teacher, curious at this sudden announcement just like the rest.

"Alright, you can come in now," the homeroom teacher said.

And then, the transfer student walked inside. But it was the face that made Hana slowly widen her eyes in shock.

It was a young man whose physical appearance was about the same age as she was, wearing the prescribed male uniform of L'Avenir Academy. Black hair and purple-golden brown eyes. And the scene was almost like an instant slow-motion for Hana as she could not help but recall all of the moments when she had met George Kurai. Many of them were bad, but many were also quite sad. Even now, Hana still had no true idea as to what was George Kurai's interest in her. She was quite curious about this man from the future who was obviously grieving and in pain, wondering just what could have led George down the dark road that he was known for that made her and the rest of her fellow Precure fought him and his corporation. And those feelings of inquiry and a touch of sadness were resurfacing within her as she saw this young man who was in her mind no doubt George Kurai. But she also noticed the way he was looking down and avoiding his eyes to look at his classmates. Or was it perhaps her and her two fellow Precure who he could not stare at?

The transfer student only took a chalk from the side and begins to write his name on the board in katakana.

"Um...Hello everyone, my name is George Kurai. Pleased to meet you all and I hope that we can all get along well," The transfer student said, despite having a level of hesitation, was able to speak properly in a formal tone, and made a gentleman bow. Of course, that and his very good looks were scoring points toward the entire female population instantly who were gasping in admiration at the young man, much to his subtle discomfort.

"...Eh?" Saaya Yakushiji muttered softly, shocked at what she was reading on the blackboard and the mere mentioning of the name of their greatest adversary to date.

"...No way," Homare Kagayaki muttered softly, shocked at what she was reading on the blackboard and the mere mentioning of the name of their greatest adversary to date.

But while her best friends were shocked, Hana could only look on at the much younger and admittedly handsome George Kurai. And time itself seemingly just stopped right in front of her. She examines him from head to toe and she finds something within this young man. It was a hesitance of being anywhere near here. This young man probably just wanted to run as far away from here as he can. But why? Does he know that he is in the presence of at least three Precures? But she felt that there was more to it than just that. There was a hint of sadness within his own eyes. It wasn't like Old George. It was something else. And it was directed very far away. This sadness would bring a lot of bad and sad memories for Hana as her heart couldn't help but soar, desiring with a fresh resolve to cheer for this young man.

Was he the George she knew? Or was he just his past self?

And yet, somewhere in her gut, she was being told that her dreams, the ones that she could not remember much in terms of greater details, would be related to him. Nevertheless, her mission now is more than just to find out just what is George Kurai doing here and why is he young. Rather, she wants to find ways to brighten this young man's day and if he truly is a Past George Kurai, she could hope that it would not end in the same path as Old George.

"("I promise to make you smile. Whatever it takes. You won't feel sadness ever again. Hooray! Hooray! Atashi!")" she declared, her fists clenched and raised, and her expression set to being determined.

"Um...Kadoya-sensei?"

Souta Mizushino, a young man from another world, was using a pair of binoculars to simply observe the classroom where George was currently at. He was a sixteen-year-old young man with straight brown hair that reaches down to his neck and amber-brown eyes worn over by a pair of glasses. He wears a red collared shirt, a black formal suit, black formal pants, and black formal shoes. There was a pink vintage-like camera strapped around him.

"Is this really such a good idea? Letting George interact with the girls?"

Sota asked this question precisely because he knew that George Kurai was somebody that the HUGtto! PreCure Team had faced many times before. Him and his subordinates of the Criasu Corporation. He also knew of course that the George Kurai in the classroom is not the same person as the George that the HUGtto Precure Team had fought. And the Young George was in fact his kouhai in the ways of the Kamen Riders. For he too was a Kamen Rider, specifically Kamen Rider Decade, the second to take the title and the one who bears the legacy of all Kamen Riders of the past, present, and future.

And the one that he is currently talking to is a man in his mid-thirties, with brown hair and brown eyes. He wears a red collared shirt, a black formal suit, black formal pants, and black formal shoes. There was a pink vintage-like camera strapped around him.

The man, the myth, the legend, the original Kamen Rider Decade.

Tsukasa Kadoya.

And now, he was also observing George through a pair of binoculars. He smiled as he spotted Hana looking meaningfully at George.

"George-kun needs this, my protégé," Tsukasa said, lowering his binoculars. "In fact, him being here would be more than good for him as I feel that he needs to gain a semblance of normality. You know just how much of a workaholic he usually is as a protector of the PreCure Sacred Timeline to the point where I and the other Main Heisei Riders would need to ground him into not doing work all of the time and letting ourselves and the others handle this."

"...That's true," Souta spoke sadly in common agreement with his sensei, recalling something from his mind. "In fact, the same can be said of all of the times when he was in TARDIS School. George may be an introverted type of person, but he is a nice and kind person deep down. Not that I blame him considering..." He immediately cut himself short, not wanting to continue further except to meaningfully glance to the side. After a moment, he looks back at Tsukasa. "But still, I've got the feeling that there's more to this than just George-san having a normal life, Kadoya-sensei."

"As expected of my protégé," Tsukasa sported an impressed smirk. Then his expression turned serious. "Yes, there is more to this than just a normal life. George is gonna have to interact with the PreCure Teams eventually. And what better way than to start with the PreCure Team who are most familiar with him? And starting from there, he's gonna have the necessary backup to face the threats of his world head-on. You and I along with the others wouldn't always be by his side as you may know and fighting all alone by yourself can only get you so far in the life of a Kamen Rider. Even Kuuga, the first and best of us, needed the police for help and assistance. The PreCure of this world are going to be the backup that he truly needs especially since this fight is related to them first and foremost."

"The part where the Precure Sacred Timeline getting attacked...Right?" Sota softly muttered, his eyes narrowing in concern.

"That's right," Tsukasa nodded gravely at his protégé. He looks back at George via his binoculars. He grimly added. "And let's hope that he's ready for it, because I've got the feeling that more problems may come our way if a few hunches and hearsays are right."

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Aoi Kaze No HOPE [HISTORY OF TRUNKS ENDING]

12 Core Members:

Tsukasa Kadoya/Kamen Rider Decade - A: Masahiro Inoue

Main Companion Protagonists:

Souta Mizushino/Kamen Rider Decade - VA: Daiki Yamashita

New Characters:

George Kurai/Kamen Rider Zi-O - VA: Yoshitaka Yamaya

Hana Nono/Cure Yell - VA: Rie Hikisaka

Saaya Yakushiji/Cure Ange - VA: Rina Honnizumi

Homare Kagayaki/Cure Étoile - VA: Yui Ogura

Uchifuji - VA: Daisuke Namikawa