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Keshin - Asami Imai
Sometime in the deepest, blackest night, there was a strange solar eclipse that was taking place from the heavens, expressing an ominous scenery that covered the suburban area of Hagukumi City, a city with a minimum population of over 11,000 people.
"...A solar eclipse, huh."
And in this hour, there was a young man who was standing on the street, somewhere near the top where he could see the tall buildings and the tower that resembled a baby bottle. He muttered, sporting a grim expression as he looked upwards in the sky.
He was a young man wearing a dark blue jacket with bright white lines on his shoulders, dark grey jeans, black socks, and Converse white shoes with red coloring.
His name was George Kurai.
As he continues to look at the solar phenomenon, he is silently reminded of his entire past and how he became the man he is today. Though he wonders about the future, one that he does not see with the simplicity of young bright souls, but rather sees with calculating prowess and reluctance, seeing it for what it is, which is an infinitely layered structure of relativity, that depending on how one path is taken, could mean something, and leave an impact, small or great.
The winds blew ominously, tugging his clothing lightly, and the leaves of the trees and the plains of green grass swayed.
In the very same city, there was a suburban house where there was a young woman who was currently sleeping.
She had magenta-colored eyes, closed as she slept on her bed, with slightly wavy hair, whose forehead got cut once due to a mishap, resulting in short and uneven bangs. Once, it had been her shame. But now, it had become something of her badge of honor, a testament to past experiences that she treasured, both good and bad, of how and why she became the woman she was today as she looked forward to the bright future ahead of her.
Her name was Hana Nono - Cure Yell.
In the dream, she was walking as she looked around and noted the dimly bright greyish-looking atmosphere and fog, with no clear sign of anything.
"...Where ...am I?"
She looked troubled as she walked. No matter how much she tried to walk, she never seemed to find a pathway that leads to anywhere. As she goes walking forward, she felt something, throbbing deep within her heart.
Static fills her head, making it ache as she places her hand on her forehead, sporting a grimaced look. But, her mind would slowly clear something of a fog that was twinging her heart. A face. A memory. A name. Beloved more than anything for her. A heart that she always longed for.
"...Ge...Geor...ge..."
Slowly, tears streamed down her face.
No, this was not the George Kurai that she fought long ago. George Kurai, the man who was always an enigma, plagued by a certain tragedy, pessimistic about the future, and one willing to do everything to achieve true happiness by turning the entire world into a dystopia where all of time stopped working and everything froze like statues, preserving everything, carrying nothing but stagnancy that just breeds the inevitably of how rotten to the core such an ideal would be like if one were to have the entire power of just... stopping everything.
...No, this was not the George Kurai that she was seeing.
"...You're...not supposed to meet me here."
One particular memory sprung to mind as she looked back to a time during her and her team's conflict against the Criasu Corporation. There was a time when... she had been simply walking on the sidewalk, holding onto the leash of a friend's dog, Mogumogu, a floppy-eared dog with white fur and dark brown eyes. She remembers how she would look at the young man, wearing what appeared to be a high school uniform, with a dark blue blazer, a white collar shirt, and a green necktie, along with dark blue pants, white socks with a shade of black, and black shoes.
"...Who...Who are you?"
She remembered asking, feeling a bit troubled at the time. She saw the young man hesitating to answer for a few moments before he spoke softly, with a tone that she could not decipher.
"...No one."
Then he went away... and that was how it ended for her. It was like... It was like someone took her memories away. No, this was not the first time any of this had happened. There were other times as well.
"...George...What's...What's going on?"
K̵͍̲̙̰̬̠͗͑͜s̷̼̭͔̖̣̘̠̐̆̀͐͝ś̶̺̥̪̬̜̿̇̆͝ş̵̺͎̼̠̘̥͌̄͆̕s̷̢̭̤̝͐̽̚̕ŝ̸̝͘͠͝s̸̝̰̑̏̂̌̈͗͝s̵͙̣͔̓s̴̨̢̛̯̱͙̯̄̔͝͝s̶̛̰̽̏͐̐s̷̡̧̼̘̭͈͎̾͊̃̌͆̉ş̶͍̯͉̋̐̈̾̅͛͝s̷̢̪̫̻̏̆̋s̸̡̘͚̰͎̗̹͌̈́̈́͑̈́̆͆s̸̪̜̬͕͍̅͛͒̉̔s̸̛̱͇̦̯̮̦͒̎̽͐͘͝s̴͔͕̻̘̈́̈́̚s̷̢̻̙̻̘͉̭̋̔̓s̷̤̰̦̲̒͘ͅͅs̷̰͝s̷̨͎̣͈̗͓̪̊̿̚͝s̶͕̝̰̣̑̔̕s̶͚̀́̉ş̸̙̖̲̙̓̇̅̏͊̈́ŝ̶͇̹͆̊̂̌̋ś̴̼̮̤̓̃͘͘s̷̻̼̱̬̋s̶̪̠̿s̶͚̝͛͛͆̾͐̀̚h̴͕͔͑̄̽̾̄̔ḩ̷̫̝͍̬͓͖̀̆͊̃̀̓̊h̶̹̖͝h̴̫̩̦̀̆̔̀͋̑̚ȟ̷̞͉̣̘̥̹h̵̰̪̽͂͌̿̕͠h̴̲̼̗̜͎͚͒̽̈́̆̇̚ḩ̵̯̣̺̖̦̤͊̃͊̋h̶̡̭̣̹͐ḧ̵̪̮͙̥́h̷̢͔̻͙̒ͅh̸̛̳̦̮̘̮̗͊̀̇̆̉͘ḫ̵̆ͅh̸̢̥͇̓̈́̓͒̏̕͜͝h̴̬̮͕̰͠h̵̛̘͚͔̮̠̭̤̐̀̌̌̚͝h̴̯̫̥̩̤͑̊͌͂̑̈͜͝ḧ̶̢͚́̃̂̽͘̕͠h̷͇̩̹̝̺̊̈́̌̈͘h̶̫̱̘͋̕h̵̪̤̮̰̮̊̿͂͋̈h̷̫̟̖͓̐̋̀̔̽h̸̩͇́̇̂̄h̵̝̦́̑͂̉̂̈́͗h̸͚̼̩͕̗̠͉̀̕h̸̲̹̽̂̈̾͑̀͠ḥ̴̞̦̅͛͆̕ͅḩ̴̧͍̟̬̦̏̓̓̽̈̇̂h̵̛̥̜̆̍̈́̽h̶͕̱̱̱̟̾̂̇͋͒̊͝ͅh̴̨̼̟͙̯̱̒̆̉́̚͝h̴̩̑ḧ̴̜̆͗̕͠͠͝h̷̝̓́̀̉͝h̸͓͔͂̄̐̉̊̚͝h̶̗̞̅͊̽h̸̹͊͒͛̎̃͠h̴͖̰̟͙̺̋́́͋̄̋ͅh̶͖̪̀̍͗ḣ̷̨͈͇̓̆͝ͅḥ̸͚̰̺̟̮̆̒̐̕̕ẖ̶̰̮̳̇͝ḧ̷̛̘̙̗́̈̕h̸͓̤̓͊̂͊̑̕͠ͅh̶̡̪̰̗̯̱̽̌̈́h̴͈̽̏̎̒̃̓͠h̸̟̩̹͖̓̋̉͆h̵̖̗̖̎̇̉͌ḥ̴̣̗̝̣̪̰̆h̵͎͔̳͈̉͊͆͌͗͋͝h̶̳̔͌̔͑̾̒ḥ̷̦̬͍̩̌̃͆̀h̵̙̼͎̬̥͆̕͜ͅḩ̶͉͇̜̫̞̠͑̒h̵͇̭̪̠̓͌͌̑́͋ḣ̴̫̝͚̮̬͛͘h̵̢̼̖̣͕̆́̈̚͝h̷̛͉̄͗͂̌̚̚͜h̷̨̓̀̂̋̑̂h̴̰̥̙̝̻̄̀̄ḩ̵͓̓̅͐̀̾͜͝h̷̼͈͋̒h̵̞̓̅͒̊͝h̸̞̩̲̰̤̒h̸̻̘̞̯͈̐̉̅̑ȟ̸͍̩̗͉̫̼̮̓h̵̠̤̮̐͗̆̓ẖ̷̭̻̘͇̅̔͐ͅh̷̘͉̙͗̎ͅh̵̞͓̿͒͛̽͜h̴̛̘͔̆̍ḧ̷͍̝͇́͠h̴̢̰͔̹̭̆̆̊̑́̄̌ĥ̴̼̖͓̼͖̪̇̈́̅̋͑͠h̵̗̉h̴̢̨͓͇̓͋̀̒͝ḩ̸̳͍̠̮̝̬͆͑́̑̀̚ḣ̴̜̳̥͎͙̻̑͗́͛h̸̜̜͇̤͊ḣ̷̳̈́̋͂̀ͅh̴̡̟͙̜̫̖́̈́̓̅ͅh̶̨̳̦̠̰̜͑̉͜ḥ̷͉̝̪̇͗͜ḧ̷̲͓̠̬́̅̈͌̓͘h̷̢̖̳̤̪͜͝h̴̢͖͇͍̲͂̂̇̊̓͘h̶̯̲̲͖̖͕͛͆h̸̞̥̭͇̮̅͑͘h̵̙̊͝h̷̲̺̬̩̹̗̑̓̾ͅḥ̷͖̱̜̭̈́̒ȟ̸͎̲̫̣̲͈̘̔̄͝h̸̡̟̜̬̳̲͛͋̅͐̅͝ḧ̷͈̲́̾͝ḧ̶̻͎̌̓́͐͝h̷͎͒̉͆͑͜h̵͕̦͈̫̾̈͆͜h̴̰̎̍h̸̜̬̥̩͖̗̖̓̔h̶̨̫̰̮̟̻͈̓̄̇ḣ̵̢̬͓̙̥̥͓͋͗̕͠h̴͖̭̩̺̽̚͠ȟ̸̙̇̋͝ẖ̷̰̤̙̄͝h̸̛̘̮͒́̂̎̿̕ḣ̴̝̤̩̬̏̓̀̓ͅh̶̜͔̣̭̋̅̈̑̈́͜ͅh̴̢̩̗̜̹̭͌͜h̶͉̓̀͛̀̒̚͝ḩ̶̞͚̝̚h̸̢͇͇̰̞͈̐̈̈́͌̚ͅh̴͉̍͝ẖ̶̐͋̔̇͂ͅ
Her head was aching. She was getting all sorts of deja vu experiences within her very own heart, ones that she could not seem to unlock on her own. Her memories would materialize, in the form of grey static and aurora-like curtains that each depicted memories of her time with this other George. Though she could not make out all of them. Some are less clear than others. The one thing that they all seem to have in common is the unclear and incompleteness of these experiences. It was like something cut them out deliberately, like they happened in another life, beyond her own potential and reach.
Hana did not know why, but her heart ached. What did this mean?
She continued walking and observing these strange pictures. At some point, she noticed something odd. Slowly, other memories seemed to interconnect, and they were not of Hana's memory, nor did they come from her heart. She wiped her tears with the back of her hands as she observed them carefully. In all of them, there were two other young women that the other George was encountering.
"...Huh?" Hana muttered softly, confused, surprised, and concerned. "Nodoka-chan? Mashiro-chan?"
Nodoka Hanadera - Cure Grace and Mashiro Nijigaoka - Cure Prism.
Nodoka was the leader of a PreCure team called the Healin' Good PreCure, the team that had fought against the threat of the Byogen who wanted to turn the entirety of Earth into a plague where viruses reigned. Mashiro was a secondary member of the PreCure team called Hirogaru Sky! PreCure, the team that had fought against the Undergu Empire that was invading a magical kingdom from another world called Sky Land, and Mashiro herself had a grandmother who came from the latter, making her half-Skylandian.
Hana wondered why were these two appearing in these memories. She felt the same general feeling as her own memories. A lack of something. An incomplete link that had been forcefully cut off.
K̵͍̲̙̰̬̠͗͑͜s̷̼̭͔̖̣̘̠̐̆̀͐͝ś̶̺̥̪̬̜̿̇̆͝ş̵̺͎̼̠̘̥͌̄͆̕s̷̢̭̤̝͐̽̚̕ŝ̸̝͘͠͝s̸̝̰̑̏̂̌̈͗͝s̵͙̣͔̓s̴̨̢̛̯̱͙̯̄̔͝͝s̶̛̰̽̏͐̐s̷̡̧̼̘̭͈͎̾͊̃̌͆̉ş̶͍̯͉̋̐̈̾̅͛͝s̷̢̪̫̻̏̆̋s̸̡̘͚̰͎̗̹͌̈́̈́͑̈́̆͆s̸̪̜̬͕͍̅͛͒̉̔s̸̛̱͇̦̯̮̦͒̎̽͐͘͝s̴͔͕̻̘̈́̈́̚s̷̢̻̙̻̘͉̭̋̔̓s̷̤̰̦̲̒͘ͅͅs̷̰͝s̷̨͎̣͈̗͓̪̊̿̚͝s̶͕̝̰̣̑̔̕s̶͚̀́̉ş̸̙̖̲̙̓̇̅̏͊̈́ŝ̶͇̹͆̊̂̌̋ś̴̼̮̤̓̃͘͘s̷̻̼̱̬̋s̶̪̠̿s̶͚̝͛͛͆̾͐̀̚h̴͕͔͑̄̽̾̄̔ḩ̷̫̝͍̬͓͖̀̆͊̃̀̓̊h̶̹̖͝h̴̫̩̦̀̆̔̀͋̑̚ȟ̷̞͉̣̘̥̹h̵̰̪̽͂͌̿̕͠h̴̲̼̗̜͎͚͒̽̈́̆̇̚ḩ̵̯̣̺̖̦̤͊̃͊̋h̶̡̭̣̹͐ḧ̵̪̮͙̥́h̷̢͔̻͙̒ͅh̸̛̳̦̮̘̮̗͊̀̇̆̉͘ḫ̵̆ͅh̸̢̥͇̓̈́̓͒̏̕͜͝h̴̬̮͕̰͠h̵̛̘͚͔̮̠̭̤̐̀̌̌̚͝h̴̯̫̥̩̤͑̊͌͂̑̈͜͝ḧ̶̢͚́̃̂̽͘̕͠h̷͇̩̹̝̺̊̈́̌̈͘h̶̫̱̘͋̕h̵̪̤̮̰̮̊̿͂͋̈h̷̫̟̖͓̐̋̀̔̽h̸̩͇́̇̂̄h̵̝̦́̑͂̉̂̈́͗h̸͚̼̩͕̗̠͉̀̕h̸̲̹̽̂̈̾͑̀͠ḥ̴̞̦̅͛͆̕ͅḩ̴̧͍̟̬̦̏̓̓̽̈̇̂h̵̛̥̜̆̍̈́̽h̶͕̱̱̱̟̾̂̇͋͒̊͝ͅh̴̨̼̟͙̯̱̒̆̉́̚͝h̴̩̑ḧ̴̜̆͗̕͠͠͝h̷̝̓́̀̉͝h̸͓͔͂̄̐̉̊̚͝h̶̗̞̅͊̽h̸̹͊͒͛̎̃͠h̴͖̰̟͙̺̋́́͋̄̋ͅh̶͖̪̀̍͗ḣ̷̨͈͇̓̆͝ͅḥ̸͚̰̺̟̮̆̒̐̕̕ẖ̶̰̮̳̇͝ḧ̷̛̘̙̗́̈̕h̸͓̤̓͊̂͊̑̕͠ͅh̶̡̪̰̗̯̱̽̌̈́h̴͈̽̏̎̒̃̓͠h̸̟̩̹͖̓̋̉͆h̵̖̗̖̎̇̉͌ḥ̴̣̗̝̣̪̰̆h̵͎͔̳͈̉͊͆͌͗͋͝h̶̳̔͌̔͑̾̒ḥ̷̦̬͍̩̌̃͆̀h̵̙̼͎̬̥͆̕͜ͅḩ̶͉͇̜̫̞̠͑̒h̵͇̭̪̠̓͌͌̑́͋ḣ̴̫̝͚̮̬͛͘h̵̢̼̖̣͕̆́̈̚͝h̷̛͉̄͗͂̌̚̚͜h̷̨̓̀̂̋̑̂h̴̰̥̙̝̻̄̀̄ḩ̵͓̓̅͐̀̾͜͝h̷̼͈͋̒h̵̞̓̅͒̊͝h̸̞̩̲̰̤̒h̸̻̘̞̯͈̐̉̅̑ȟ̸͍̩̗͉̫̼̮̓h̵̠̤̮̐͗̆̓ẖ̷̭̻̘͇̅̔͐ͅh̷̘͉̙͗̎ͅh̵̞͓̿͒͛̽͜h̴̛̘͔̆̍ḧ̷͍̝͇́͠h̴̢̰͔̹̭̆̆̊̑́̄̌ĥ̴̼̖͓̼͖̪̇̈́̅̋͑͠h̵̗̉h̴̢̨͓͇̓͋̀̒͝ḩ̸̳͍̠̮̝̬͆͑́̑̀̚ḣ̴̜̳̥͎͙̻̑͗́͛h̸̜̜͇̤͊ḣ̷̳̈́̋͂̀ͅh̴̡̟͙̜̫̖́̈́̓̅ͅh̶̨̳̦̠̰̜͑̉͜ḥ̷͉̝̪̇͗͜ḧ̷̲͓̠̬́̅̈͌̓͘h̷̢̖̳̤̪͜͝h̴̢͖͇͍̲͂̂̇̊̓͘h̶̯̲̲͖̖͕͛͆h̸̞̥̭͇̮̅͑͘h̵̙̊͝h̷̲̺̬̩̹̗̑̓̾ͅḥ̷͖̱̜̭̈́̒ȟ̸͎̲̫̣̲͈̘̔̄͝h̸̡̟̜̬̳̲͛͋̅͐̅͝ḧ̷͈̲́̾͝ḧ̶̻͎̌̓́͐͝h̷͎͒̉͆͑͜h̵͕̦͈̫̾̈͆͜h̴̰̎̍h̸̜̬̥̩͖̗̖̓̔h̶̨̫̰̮̟̻͈̓̄̇ḣ̵̢̬͓̙̥̥͓͋͗̕͠h̴͖̭̩̺̽̚͠ȟ̸̙̇̋͝ẖ̷̰̤̙̄͝h̸̛̘̮͒́̂̎̿̕ḣ̴̝̤̩̬̏̓̀̓ͅh̶̜͔̣̭̋̅̈̑̈́͜ͅh̴̢̩̗̜̹̭͌͜h̶͉̓̀͛̀̒̚͝ḩ̶̞͚̝̚h̸̢͇͇̰̞͈̐̈̈́͌̚ͅh̴͉̍͝ẖ̶̐͋̔̇͂ͅ
Hana noted the sound effect of booming static coming from behind her. She turned around and saw what appeared to be glitching humanoid shapes that would slowly recede to reveal two recognizable individuals who were sporting confused and surprised expressions.
One of them was a young woman with dark pink eyes and auburn-colored chin-length hair worn with clips on the side, with one of those clips having a pink flower. Hana recognized the young woman as Nodoka. The other young woman had long, straight, dull pink hair that was held up halfway by a white ribbon and green eyes. Hana recognized the young woman as Mashiro.
However, the one thing Hana noted was the tears that were found leaking from their respective eyes. The same general reaction as hers. Coupled with the factor of the unclear memories, Hana felt like this was no mere coincidence.
"...Hana-chan? Mashiro-chan?" Nodoka spoke softly, not expecting to meet the two.
"...Eh?" Mashiro looked confused. "Hana-senpai? Nodoka-senpai? But...why?"
Mashiro and Nodoka would look at the strange memories that were hovering from both sides. Surprised fell onto their faces.
"...Ge...George," they both muttered softly.
K̵͍̲̙̰̬̠͗͑͜s̷̼̭͔̖̣̘̠̐̆̀͐͝ś̶̺̥̪̬̜̿̇̆͝ş̵̺͎̼̠̘̥͌̄͆̕s̷̢̭̤̝͐̽̚̕ŝ̸̝͘͠͝s̸̝̰̑̏̂̌̈͗͝s̵͙̣͔̓s̴̨̢̛̯̱͙̯̄̔͝͝s̶̛̰̽̏͐̐s̷̡̧̼̘̭͈͎̾͊̃̌͆̉ş̶͍̯͉̋̐̈̾̅͛͝s̷̢̪̫̻̏̆̋s̸̡̘͚̰͎̗̹͌̈́̈́͑̈́̆͆s̸̪̜̬͕͍̅͛͒̉̔s̸̛̱͇̦̯̮̦͒̎̽͐͘͝s̴͔͕̻̘̈́̈́̚s̷̢̻̙̻̘͉̭̋̔̓s̷̤̰̦̲̒͘ͅͅs̷̰͝s̷̨͎̣͈̗͓̪̊̿̚͝s̶͕̝̰̣̑̔̕s̶͚̀́̉ş̸̙̖̲̙̓̇̅̏͊̈́ŝ̶͇̹͆̊̂̌̋ś̴̼̮̤̓̃͘͘s̷̻̼̱̬̋s̶̪̠̿s̶͚̝͛͛͆̾͐̀̚h̴͕͔͑̄̽̾̄̔ḩ̷̫̝͍̬͓͖̀̆͊̃̀̓̊h̶̹̖͝h̴̫̩̦̀̆̔̀͋̑̚ȟ̷̞͉̣̘̥̹h̵̰̪̽͂͌̿̕͠h̴̲̼̗̜͎͚͒̽̈́̆̇̚ḩ̵̯̣̺̖̦̤͊̃͊̋h̶̡̭̣̹͐ḧ̵̪̮͙̥́h̷̢͔̻͙̒ͅh̸̛̳̦̮̘̮̗͊̀̇̆̉͘ḫ̵̆ͅh̸̢̥͇̓̈́̓͒̏̕͜͝h̴̬̮͕̰͠h̵̛̘͚͔̮̠̭̤̐̀̌̌̚͝h̴̯̫̥̩̤͑̊͌͂̑̈͜͝ḧ̶̢͚́̃̂̽͘̕͠h̷͇̩̹̝̺̊̈́̌̈͘h̶̫̱̘͋̕h̵̪̤̮̰̮̊̿͂͋̈h̷̫̟̖͓̐̋̀̔̽h̸̩͇́̇̂̄h̵̝̦́̑͂̉̂̈́͗h̸͚̼̩͕̗̠͉̀̕h̸̲̹̽̂̈̾͑̀͠ḥ̴̞̦̅͛͆̕ͅḩ̴̧͍̟̬̦̏̓̓̽̈̇̂h̵̛̥̜̆̍̈́̽h̶͕̱̱̱̟̾̂̇͋͒̊͝ͅh̴̨̼̟͙̯̱̒̆̉́̚͝h̴̩̑ḧ̴̜̆͗̕͠͠͝h̷̝̓́̀̉͝h̸͓͔͂̄̐̉̊̚͝h̶̗̞̅͊̽h̸̹͊͒͛̎̃͠h̴͖̰̟͙̺̋́́͋̄̋ͅh̶͖̪̀̍͗ḣ̷̨͈͇̓̆͝ͅḥ̸͚̰̺̟̮̆̒̐̕̕ẖ̶̰̮̳̇͝ḧ̷̛̘̙̗́̈̕h̸͓̤̓͊̂͊̑̕͠ͅh̶̡̪̰̗̯̱̽̌̈́h̴͈̽̏̎̒̃̓͠h̸̟̩̹͖̓̋̉͆h̵̖̗̖̎̇̉͌ḥ̴̣̗̝̣̪̰̆h̵͎͔̳͈̉͊͆͌͗͋͝h̶̳̔͌̔͑̾̒ḥ̷̦̬͍̩̌̃͆̀h̵̙̼͎̬̥͆̕͜ͅḩ̶͉͇̜̫̞̠͑̒h̵͇̭̪̠̓͌͌̑́͋ḣ̴̫̝͚̮̬͛͘h̵̢̼̖̣͕̆́̈̚͝h̷̛͉̄͗͂̌̚̚͜h̷̨̓̀̂̋̑̂h̴̰̥̙̝̻̄̀̄ḩ̵͓̓̅͐̀̾͜͝h̷̼͈͋̒h̵̞̓̅͒̊͝h̸̞̩̲̰̤̒h̸̻̘̞̯͈̐̉̅̑ȟ̸͍̩̗͉̫̼̮̓h̵̠̤̮̐͗̆̓ẖ̷̭̻̘͇̅̔͐ͅh̷̘͉̙͗̎ͅh̵̞͓̿͒͛̽͜h̴̛̘͔̆̍ḧ̷͍̝͇́͠h̴̢̰͔̹̭̆̆̊̑́̄̌ĥ̴̼̖͓̼͖̪̇̈́̅̋͑͠h̵̗̉h̴̢̨͓͇̓͋̀̒͝ḩ̸̳͍̠̮̝̬͆͑́̑̀̚ḣ̴̜̳̥͎͙̻̑͗́͛h̸̜̜͇̤͊ḣ̷̳̈́̋͂̀ͅh̴̡̟͙̜̫̖́̈́̓̅ͅh̶̨̳̦̠̰̜͑̉͜ḥ̷͉̝̪̇͗͜ḧ̷̲͓̠̬́̅̈͌̓͘h̷̢̖̳̤̪͜͝h̴̢͖͇͍̲͂̂̇̊̓͘h̶̯̲̲͖̖͕͛͆h̸̞̥̭͇̮̅͑͘h̵̙̊͝h̷̲̺̬̩̹̗̑̓̾ͅḥ̷͖̱̜̭̈́̒ȟ̸͎̲̫̣̲͈̘̔̄͝h̸̡̟̜̬̳̲͛͋̅͐̅͝ḧ̷͈̲́̾͝ḧ̶̻͎̌̓́͐͝h̷͎͒̉͆͑͜h̵͕̦͈̫̾̈͆͜h̴̰̎̍h̸̜̬̥̩͖̗̖̓̔h̶̨̫̰̮̟̻͈̓̄̇ḣ̵̢̬͓̙̥̥͓͋͗̕͠h̴͖̭̩̺̽̚͠ȟ̸̙̇̋͝ẖ̷̰̤̙̄͝h̸̛̘̮͒́̂̎̿̕ḣ̴̝̤̩̬̏̓̀̓ͅh̶̜͔̣̭̋̅̈̑̈́͜ͅh̴̢̩̗̜̹̭͌͜h̶͉̓̀͛̀̒̚͝ḩ̶̞͚̝̚h̸̢͇͇̰̞͈̐̈̈́͌̚ͅh̴͉̍͝ẖ̶̐͋̔̇͂ͅ
All three of the girls would grimace as they put their hands to their heads, gritting their teeth.
"Ow, ow, ow, it hurts..." Nodoka spoke, sporting a grimaced expression.
"Wha...What's happening?" Mashiro spoke, sporting a grimaced expression, looking at Hana for any kind of explanation.
The greyish landscape would suddenly recede and evaporate. Slowly the surroundings grew a little darker as the entire world felt like it disappeared. No, that didn't sound right. For it looked like the scenery had changed into nothing but a dark space where they would see Earth, hovering over them in perfect harmony. Slowly, there were six other Earths, much to their surprise, that would appear. Each of these Earths, including the first Earth in front of them, carried a mystic glow of pinkish hue.
Then they would see these Earths suddenly form a converging pattern, making them yelp a little. And out from above, there was... something that made them shook with terror.
It was an ominous reddish-black light, and out of that light, there came what appeared to be a perfect circumference painted in blood-sickly red. There was a skull on top of the interior edge of the circle, but without the jawline, yet conveyed a meaning of supremacy. There were flexible appendages that moved like an octopus, whose suction cups spread outside of its circumference and entangled into all of the six Earths that appeared before them. All of the nations, including Japan, were covered by them. The pink hues would change into the same reddish-black mist.
K̵͍̲̙̰̬̠͗͑͜s̷̼̭͔̖̣̘̠̐̆̀͐͝ś̶̺̥̪̬̜̿̇̆͝ş̵̺͎̼̠̘̥͌̄͆̕s̷̢̭̤̝͐̽̚̕ŝ̸̝͘͠͝s̸̝̰̑̏̂̌̈͗͝s̵͙̣͔̓s̴̨̢̛̯̱͙̯̄̔͝͝s̶̛̰̽̏͐̐s̷̡̧̼̘̭͈͎̾͊̃̌͆̉ş̶͍̯͉̋̐̈̾̅͛͝s̷̢̪̫̻̏̆̋s̸̡̘͚̰͎̗̹͌̈́̈́͑̈́̆͆s̸̪̜̬͕͍̅͛͒̉̔s̸̛̱͇̦̯̮̦͒̎̽͐͘͝s̴͔͕̻̘̈́̈́̚s̷̢̻̙̻̘͉̭̋̔̓s̷̤̰̦̲̒͘ͅͅs̷̰͝s̷̨͎̣͈̗͓̪̊̿̚͝s̶͕̝̰̣̑̔̕s̶͚̀́̉ş̸̙̖̲̙̓̇̅̏͊̈́ŝ̶͇̹͆̊̂̌̋ś̴̼̮̤̓̃͘͘s̷̻̼̱̬̋s̶̪̠̿s̶͚̝͛͛͆̾͐̀̚h̴͕͔͑̄̽̾̄̔ḩ̷̫̝͍̬͓͖̀̆͊̃̀̓̊h̶̹̖͝h̴̫̩̦̀̆̔̀͋̑̚ȟ̷̞͉̣̘̥̹h̵̰̪̽͂͌̿̕͠h̴̲̼̗̜͎͚͒̽̈́̆̇̚ḩ̵̯̣̺̖̦̤͊̃͊̋h̶̡̭̣̹͐ḧ̵̪̮͙̥́h̷̢͔̻͙̒ͅh̸̛̳̦̮̘̮̗͊̀̇̆̉͘ḫ̵̆ͅh̸̢̥͇̓̈́̓͒̏̕͜͝h̴̬̮͕̰͠h̵̛̘͚͔̮̠̭̤̐̀̌̌̚͝h̴̯̫̥̩̤͑̊͌͂̑̈͜͝ḧ̶̢͚́̃̂̽͘̕͠h̷͇̩̹̝̺̊̈́̌̈͘h̶̫̱̘͋̕h̵̪̤̮̰̮̊̿͂͋̈h̷̫̟̖͓̐̋̀̔̽h̸̩͇́̇̂̄h̵̝̦́̑͂̉̂̈́͗h̸͚̼̩͕̗̠͉̀̕h̸̲̹̽̂̈̾͑̀͠ḥ̴̞̦̅͛͆̕ͅḩ̴̧͍̟̬̦̏̓̓̽̈̇̂h̵̛̥̜̆̍̈́̽h̶͕̱̱̱̟̾̂̇͋͒̊͝ͅh̴̨̼̟͙̯̱̒̆̉́̚͝h̴̩̑ḧ̴̜̆͗̕͠͠͝h̷̝̓́̀̉͝h̸͓͔͂̄̐̉̊̚͝h̶̗̞̅͊̽h̸̹͊͒͛̎̃͠h̴͖̰̟͙̺̋́́͋̄̋ͅh̶͖̪̀̍͗ḣ̷̨͈͇̓̆͝ͅḥ̸͚̰̺̟̮̆̒̐̕̕ẖ̶̰̮̳̇͝ḧ̷̛̘̙̗́̈̕h̸͓̤̓͊̂͊̑̕͠ͅh̶̡̪̰̗̯̱̽̌̈́h̴͈̽̏̎̒̃̓͠h̸̟̩̹͖̓̋̉͆h̵̖̗̖̎̇̉͌ḥ̴̣̗̝̣̪̰̆h̵͎͔̳͈̉͊͆͌͗͋͝h̶̳̔͌̔͑̾̒ḥ̷̦̬͍̩̌̃͆̀h̵̙̼͎̬̥͆̕͜ͅḩ̶͉͇̜̫̞̠͑̒h̵͇̭̪̠̓͌͌̑́͋ḣ̴̫̝͚̮̬͛͘h̵̢̼̖̣͕̆́̈̚͝h̷̛͉̄͗͂̌̚̚͜h̷̨̓̀̂̋̑̂h̴̰̥̙̝̻̄̀̄ḩ̵͓̓̅͐̀̾͜͝h̷̼͈͋̒h̵̞̓̅͒̊͝h̸̞̩̲̰̤̒h̸̻̘̞̯͈̐̉̅̑ȟ̸͍̩̗͉̫̼̮̓h̵̠̤̮̐͗̆̓ẖ̷̭̻̘͇̅̔͐ͅh̷̘͉̙͗̎ͅh̵̞͓̿͒͛̽͜h̴̛̘͔̆̍ḧ̷͍̝͇́͠h̴̢̰͔̹̭̆̆̊̑́̄̌ĥ̴̼̖͓̼͖̪̇̈́̅̋͑͠h̵̗̉h̴̢̨͓͇̓͋̀̒͝ḩ̸̳͍̠̮̝̬͆͑́̑̀̚ḣ̴̜̳̥͎͙̻̑͗́͛h̸̜̜͇̤͊ḣ̷̳̈́̋͂̀ͅh̴̡̟͙̜̫̖́̈́̓̅ͅh̶̨̳̦̠̰̜͑̉͜ḥ̷͉̝̪̇͗͜ḧ̷̲͓̠̬́̅̈͌̓͘h̷̢̖̳̤̪͜͝h̴̢͖͇͍̲͂̂̇̊̓͘h̶̯̲̲͖̖͕͛͆h̸̞̥̭͇̮̅͑͘h̵̙̊͝h̷̲̺̬̩̹̗̑̓̾ͅḥ̷͖̱̜̭̈́̒ȟ̸͎̲̫̣̲͈̘̔̄͝h̸̡̟̜̬̳̲͛͋̅͐̅͝ḧ̷͈̲́̾͝ḧ̶̻͎̌̓́͐͝h̷͎͒̉͆͑͜h̵͕̦͈̫̾̈͆͜h̴̰̎̍h̸̜̬̥̩͖̗̖̓̔h̶̨̫̰̮̟̻͈̓̄̇ḣ̵̢̬͓̙̥̥͓͋͗̕͠h̴͖̭̩̺̽̚͠ȟ̸̙̇̋͝ẖ̷̰̤̙̄͝h̸̛̘̮͒́̂̎̿̕ḣ̴̝̤̩̬̏̓̀̓ͅh̶̜͔̣̭̋̅̈̑̈́͜ͅh̴̢̩̗̜̹̭͌͜h̶͉̓̀͛̀̒̚͝ḩ̶̞͚̝̚h̸̢͇͇̰̞͈̐̈̈́͌̚ͅh̴͉̍͝ẖ̶̐͋̔̇͂ͅ
Each of the tentacles was spacing each other and ticking like gears, as if representing progress and advancement.
Then, an image occurs. A sound of terrible marching, signaling death. Banners carrying the same circumferential symbol were raised as the soldiers, wearing issued cowled dark green jumpsuits and yellow serpent eyes, with a yellowish H on the center of their chest, marched across the streets that are filled with rubble and smoke, with advanced rifles that glowed with a bluish taint. They felt out of place within a black and white scenery of what appeared to be a ruined and bombarded Paris, France, as the three girls could see the Eiffel Tower from up above, finding the same symbol.
"Heil Hydra! Heil Hydra! Heil Hydra!"
The shouts of these soldiers were loud, loud to echo throughout the ruined streets. The girls came close to each other. They noted that the soldiers didn't seem to notice them. But they could not help but pay closer attention to that cry. It was not just the cry that gave it a louder voice. It screamed death. The soldiers had a German accent and were speaking in German, but they could somehow understand them. It felt like a battle cry. But for the three, it felt much more for some reason, and they felt like even the soldiers did not even know of the true significance of such a call. It was an unknown prayer. A silent cry, that took the form of a battle cry.
"Heil Hydra! Immortal Hydra! We shall never be destroyed! Cut off one head, two more shall take its place! Cut off one limb and two more shall take its place! We serve none but the Master—as the world shall soon serve us! Heil Hydra!"
The girls could not help but cover their ears, because it felt excruciating to hear. They could understand the words, but they felt that there was even more meaning to the words that eluded them.
K̵͍̲̙̰̬̠͗͑͜s̷̼̭͔̖̣̘̠̐̆̀͐͝ś̶̺̥̪̬̜̿̇̆͝ş̵̺͎̼̠̘̥͌̄͆̕s̷̢̭̤̝͐̽̚̕ŝ̸̝͘͠͝s̸̝̰̑̏̂̌̈͗͝s̵͙̣͔̓s̴̨̢̛̯̱͙̯̄̔͝͝s̶̛̰̽̏͐̐s̷̡̧̼̘̭͈͎̾͊̃̌͆̉ş̶͍̯͉̋̐̈̾̅͛͝s̷̢̪̫̻̏̆̋s̸̡̘͚̰͎̗̹͌̈́̈́͑̈́̆͆s̸̪̜̬͕͍̅͛͒̉̔s̸̛̱͇̦̯̮̦͒̎̽͐͘͝s̴͔͕̻̘̈́̈́̚s̷̢̻̙̻̘͉̭̋̔̓s̷̤̰̦̲̒͘ͅͅs̷̰͝s̷̨͎̣͈̗͓̪̊̿̚͝s̶͕̝̰̣̑̔̕s̶͚̀́̉ş̸̙̖̲̙̓̇̅̏͊̈́ŝ̶͇̹͆̊̂̌̋ś̴̼̮̤̓̃͘͘s̷̻̼̱̬̋s̶̪̠̿s̶͚̝͛͛͆̾͐̀̚h̴͕͔͑̄̽̾̄̔ḩ̷̫̝͍̬͓͖̀̆͊̃̀̓̊h̶̹̖͝h̴̫̩̦̀̆̔̀͋̑̚ȟ̷̞͉̣̘̥̹h̵̰̪̽͂͌̿̕͠h̴̲̼̗̜͎͚͒̽̈́̆̇̚ḩ̵̯̣̺̖̦̤͊̃͊̋h̶̡̭̣̹͐ḧ̵̪̮͙̥́h̷̢͔̻͙̒ͅh̸̛̳̦̮̘̮̗͊̀̇̆̉͘ḫ̵̆ͅh̸̢̥͇̓̈́̓͒̏̕͜͝h̴̬̮͕̰͠h̵̛̘͚͔̮̠̭̤̐̀̌̌̚͝h̴̯̫̥̩̤͑̊͌͂̑̈͜͝ḧ̶̢͚́̃̂̽͘̕͠h̷͇̩̹̝̺̊̈́̌̈͘h̶̫̱̘͋̕h̵̪̤̮̰̮̊̿͂͋̈h̷̫̟̖͓̐̋̀̔̽h̸̩͇́̇̂̄h̵̝̦́̑͂̉̂̈́͗h̸͚̼̩͕̗̠͉̀̕h̸̲̹̽̂̈̾͑̀͠ḥ̴̞̦̅͛͆̕ͅḩ̴̧͍̟̬̦̏̓̓̽̈̇̂h̵̛̥̜̆̍̈́̽h̶͕̱̱̱̟̾̂̇͋͒̊͝ͅh̴̨̼̟͙̯̱̒̆̉́̚͝h̴̩̑ḧ̴̜̆͗̕͠͠͝h̷̝̓́̀̉͝h̸͓͔͂̄̐̉̊̚͝h̶̗̞̅͊̽h̸̹͊͒͛̎̃͠h̴͖̰̟͙̺̋́́͋̄̋ͅh̶͖̪̀̍͗ḣ̷̨͈͇̓̆͝ͅḥ̸͚̰̺̟̮̆̒̐̕̕ẖ̶̰̮̳̇͝ḧ̷̛̘̙̗́̈̕h̸͓̤̓͊̂͊̑̕͠ͅh̶̡̪̰̗̯̱̽̌̈́h̴͈̽̏̎̒̃̓͠h̸̟̩̹͖̓̋̉͆h̵̖̗̖̎̇̉͌ḥ̴̣̗̝̣̪̰̆h̵͎͔̳͈̉͊͆͌͗͋͝h̶̳̔͌̔͑̾̒ḥ̷̦̬͍̩̌̃͆̀h̵̙̼͎̬̥͆̕͜ͅḩ̶͉͇̜̫̞̠͑̒h̵͇̭̪̠̓͌͌̑́͋ḣ̴̫̝͚̮̬͛͘h̵̢̼̖̣͕̆́̈̚͝h̷̛͉̄͗͂̌̚̚͜h̷̨̓̀̂̋̑̂h̴̰̥̙̝̻̄̀̄ḩ̵͓̓̅͐̀̾͜͝h̷̼͈͋̒h̵̞̓̅͒̊͝h̸̞̩̲̰̤̒h̸̻̘̞̯͈̐̉̅̑ȟ̸͍̩̗͉̫̼̮̓h̵̠̤̮̐͗̆̓ẖ̷̭̻̘͇̅̔͐ͅh̷̘͉̙͗̎ͅh̵̞͓̿͒͛̽͜h̴̛̘͔̆̍ḧ̷͍̝͇́͠h̴̢̰͔̹̭̆̆̊̑́̄̌ĥ̴̼̖͓̼͖̪̇̈́̅̋͑͠h̵̗̉h̴̢̨͓͇̓͋̀̒͝ḩ̸̳͍̠̮̝̬͆͑́̑̀̚ḣ̴̜̳̥͎͙̻̑͗́͛h̸̜̜͇̤͊ḣ̷̳̈́̋͂̀ͅh̴̡̟͙̜̫̖́̈́̓̅ͅh̶̨̳̦̠̰̜͑̉͜ḥ̷͉̝̪̇͗͜ḧ̷̲͓̠̬́̅̈͌̓͘h̷̢̖̳̤̪͜͝h̴̢͖͇͍̲͂̂̇̊̓͘h̶̯̲̲͖̖͕͛͆h̸̞̥̭͇̮̅͑͘h̵̙̊͝h̷̲̺̬̩̹̗̑̓̾ͅḥ̷͖̱̜̭̈́̒ȟ̸͎̲̫̣̲͈̘̔̄͝h̸̡̟̜̬̳̲͛͋̅͐̅͝ḧ̷͈̲́̾͝ḧ̶̻͎̌̓́͐͝h̷͎͒̉͆͑͜h̵͕̦͈̫̾̈͆͜h̴̰̎̍h̸̜̬̥̩͖̗̖̓̔h̶̨̫̰̮̟̻͈̓̄̇ḣ̵̢̬͓̙̥̥͓͋͗̕͠h̴͖̭̩̺̽̚͠ȟ̸̙̇̋͝ẖ̷̰̤̙̄͝h̸̛̘̮͒́̂̎̿̕ḣ̴̝̤̩̬̏̓̀̓ͅh̶̜͔̣̭̋̅̈̑̈́͜ͅh̴̢̩̗̜̹̭͌͜h̶͉̓̀͛̀̒̚͝ḩ̶̞͚̝̚h̸̢͇͇̰̞͈̐̈̈́͌̚ͅh̴͉̍͝ẖ̶̐͋̔̇͂ͅ
Then the scenery would slowly change. Eventually, they found themselves in a ruined world, where they could feel the air of death hovering about them. Explosions occur from a distance as fog covers most of the surrounding area, which has an eerie silence. Black and white colors became greyish and dark in hue, giving a tech-noir vibe. To their surprise, they would see what appeared large battle tanks that were as tall as the many buildings that they plow down over their path, firing pinkish hues on their side turrets attached to their arms. VTOL-like aircraft would be seen hovering in the skies as they fired in the same manner, producing sparks of pink from their turrets, to hit their targets.
"Let's go!" Hana commanded.
The girls instinctively ran and ducked for cover and found a wall nearby before a nearby tank would glow its searchlight to see them.
"What's going on?!" Mashiro screamed as her voice drowned from the explosions and propelling plasma fire that occurred from their relative distance.
"I don't know?! Nodoka screamed as well.
"...Ah!"
The girls would notice the sound of cracks... that were on the ground. They slowly looked at the ground to find, much to their horror, skeletal remains, or rather, skulls that had decayed, the rest of their bodies were gone. Their eyes grew wide, and their expressions etched with sudden dread.
"Wha...Wha..."
Then another surprise awaited them, as they felt their hearts beating fast when the wall a few meters away suddenly exploded, making the girls posture their bodies defensively in a flight or fight based on their instincts. Out of the hole in the wall, there was something slowly coming out... utterly un-human, yet had the shape of one, a face of death.
"...Wha...What is that?!" Mashiro pointed out, exclaiming at the figure.
A silvery metal endoskeleton, with glowing, ominous red eyes and exposed teeth, would calculatingly turn its face from one direction to another, along with its two large rifles present in both of its hands. It did not appear to notice any of them as it went on its way to scour for more potential targets.
"It's..." Nodoka looked confused. "It's leaving... But why...?"
"...What...was that thing?" Mashiro spoke, concerned.
K̵͍̲̙̰̬̠͗͑͜s̷̼̭͔̖̣̘̠̐̆̀͐͝ś̶̺̥̪̬̜̿̇̆͝ş̵̺͎̼̠̘̥͌̄͆̕s̷̢̭̤̝͐̽̚̕ŝ̸̝͘͠͝s̸̝̰̑̏̂̌̈͗͝s̵͙̣͔̓s̴̨̢̛̯̱͙̯̄̔͝͝s̶̛̰̽̏͐̐s̷̡̧̼̘̭͈͎̾͊̃̌͆̉ş̶͍̯͉̋̐̈̾̅͛͝s̷̢̪̫̻̏̆̋s̸̡̘͚̰͎̗̹͌̈́̈́͑̈́̆͆s̸̪̜̬͕͍̅͛͒̉̔s̸̛̱͇̦̯̮̦͒̎̽͐͘͝s̴͔͕̻̘̈́̈́̚s̷̢̻̙̻̘͉̭̋̔̓s̷̤̰̦̲̒͘ͅͅs̷̰͝s̷̨͎̣͈̗͓̪̊̿̚͝s̶͕̝̰̣̑̔̕s̶͚̀́̉ş̸̙̖̲̙̓̇̅̏͊̈́ŝ̶͇̹͆̊̂̌̋ś̴̼̮̤̓̃͘͘s̷̻̼̱̬̋s̶̪̠̿s̶͚̝͛͛͆̾͐̀̚h̴͕͔͑̄̽̾̄̔ḩ̷̫̝͍̬͓͖̀̆͊̃̀̓̊h̶̹̖͝h̴̫̩̦̀̆̔̀͋̑̚ȟ̷̞͉̣̘̥̹h̵̰̪̽͂͌̿̕͠h̴̲̼̗̜͎͚͒̽̈́̆̇̚ḩ̵̯̣̺̖̦̤͊̃͊̋h̶̡̭̣̹͐ḧ̵̪̮͙̥́h̷̢͔̻͙̒ͅh̸̛̳̦̮̘̮̗͊̀̇̆̉͘ḫ̵̆ͅh̸̢̥͇̓̈́̓͒̏̕͜͝h̴̬̮͕̰͠h̵̛̘͚͔̮̠̭̤̐̀̌̌̚͝h̴̯̫̥̩̤͑̊͌͂̑̈͜͝ḧ̶̢͚́̃̂̽͘̕͠h̷͇̩̹̝̺̊̈́̌̈͘h̶̫̱̘͋̕h̵̪̤̮̰̮̊̿͂͋̈h̷̫̟̖͓̐̋̀̔̽h̸̩͇́̇̂̄h̵̝̦́̑͂̉̂̈́͗h̸͚̼̩͕̗̠͉̀̕h̸̲̹̽̂̈̾͑̀͠ḥ̴̞̦̅͛͆̕ͅḩ̴̧͍̟̬̦̏̓̓̽̈̇̂h̵̛̥̜̆̍̈́̽h̶͕̱̱̱̟̾̂̇͋͒̊͝ͅh̴̨̼̟͙̯̱̒̆̉́̚͝h̴̩̑ḧ̴̜̆͗̕͠͠͝h̷̝̓́̀̉͝h̸͓͔͂̄̐̉̊̚͝h̶̗̞̅͊̽h̸̹͊͒͛̎̃͠h̴͖̰̟͙̺̋́́͋̄̋ͅh̶͖̪̀̍͗ḣ̷̨͈͇̓̆͝ͅḥ̸͚̰̺̟̮̆̒̐̕̕ẖ̶̰̮̳̇͝ḧ̷̛̘̙̗́̈̕h̸͓̤̓͊̂͊̑̕͠ͅh̶̡̪̰̗̯̱̽̌̈́h̴͈̽̏̎̒̃̓͠h̸̟̩̹͖̓̋̉͆h̵̖̗̖̎̇̉͌ḥ̴̣̗̝̣̪̰̆h̵͎͔̳͈̉͊͆͌͗͋͝h̶̳̔͌̔͑̾̒ḥ̷̦̬͍̩̌̃͆̀h̵̙̼͎̬̥͆̕͜ͅḩ̶͉͇̜̫̞̠͑̒h̵͇̭̪̠̓͌͌̑́͋ḣ̴̫̝͚̮̬͛͘h̵̢̼̖̣͕̆́̈̚͝h̷̛͉̄͗͂̌̚̚͜h̷̨̓̀̂̋̑̂h̴̰̥̙̝̻̄̀̄ḩ̵͓̓̅͐̀̾͜͝h̷̼͈͋̒h̵̞̓̅͒̊͝h̸̞̩̲̰̤̒h̸̻̘̞̯͈̐̉̅̑ȟ̸͍̩̗͉̫̼̮̓h̵̠̤̮̐͗̆̓ẖ̷̭̻̘͇̅̔͐ͅh̷̘͉̙͗̎ͅh̵̞͓̿͒͛̽͜h̴̛̘͔̆̍ḧ̷͍̝͇́͠h̴̢̰͔̹̭̆̆̊̑́̄̌ĥ̴̼̖͓̼͖̪̇̈́̅̋͑͠h̵̗̉h̴̢̨͓͇̓͋̀̒͝ḩ̸̳͍̠̮̝̬͆͑́̑̀̚ḣ̴̜̳̥͎͙̻̑͗́͛h̸̜̜͇̤͊ḣ̷̳̈́̋͂̀ͅh̴̡̟͙̜̫̖́̈́̓̅ͅh̶̨̳̦̠̰̜͑̉͜ḥ̷͉̝̪̇͗͜ḧ̷̲͓̠̬́̅̈͌̓͘h̷̢̖̳̤̪͜͝h̴̢͖͇͍̲͂̂̇̊̓͘h̶̯̲̲͖̖͕͛͆h̸̞̥̭͇̮̅͑͘h̵̙̊͝h̷̲̺̬̩̹̗̑̓̾ͅḥ̷͖̱̜̭̈́̒ȟ̸͎̲̫̣̲͈̘̔̄͝h̸̡̟̜̬̳̲͛͋̅͐̅͝ḧ̷͈̲́̾͝ḧ̶̻͎̌̓́͐͝h̷͎͒̉͆͑͜h̵͕̦͈̫̾̈͆͜h̴̰̎̍h̸̜̬̥̩͖̗̖̓̔h̶̨̫̰̮̟̻͈̓̄̇ḣ̵̢̬͓̙̥̥͓͋͗̕͠h̴͖̭̩̺̽̚͠ȟ̸̙̇̋͝ẖ̷̰̤̙̄͝h̸̛̘̮͒́̂̎̿̕ḣ̴̝̤̩̬̏̓̀̓ͅh̶̜͔̣̭̋̅̈̑̈́͜ͅh̴̢̩̗̜̹̭͌͜h̶͉̓̀͛̀̒̚͝ḩ̶̞͚̝̚h̸̢͇͇̰̞͈̐̈̈́͌̚ͅh̴͉̍͝ẖ̶̐͋̔̇͂ͅ
Then the scenery would slowly change once more. The scenery would change into a more ominous red that underlay the greyish atmosphere.
"Uoooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
"Ah!"
They all looked down on the ground and saw what appeared to be hands and arms of flesh trying to rise from the ground, but the rest of their bodies and their heads could not do anything more, for they were stuck within the very earth. Worms were their lot, and what smelled like burning, seasoned salt and sulfur were something they could smell.
"Save us... Please, save us..."
"I'm sorry... Please... Get me out of here..."
"Mommy... I want my mommy..."
Cries and wails of suffering souls, pleading for someone to take them out of the hellish nightmare and torment that they were all confined in. The girls could not naturally stay still as their hearts felt their cry. And so, they tried. Hana, Nodoka, and Mashiro would try to lift the suffering souls off from the ground, but to no avail.
"Why?!" Mashiro spoke with a frustrated tone, trying to lift one of the souls that were suffering. "Why can't we...!"
"It is no use, Mashiro-chan, everyone."
"Eh!"
A saddened, comforting voice startled the girls. A hand touched Mashiro's arm. Silence reigned as her surroundings returned to a normal pitch black, with the only light visible being the greyish floor that she appeared to be standing on. She turned around to find...
A beautiful woman with light violet hair reached down to her waist, with a teal ribbon worn over it. She had teal eyes with pink highlights. She had a pale yellow and blue dress with white puffy sleeves and a white pleated skirt that was lined with blue frills. On her chest is a violet bow, her gloves are white, and her shoes are teal. Her expression was grim yet sad.
"Eh?" Mashiro sported a surprised look. "Princess Elleelain? Why?"
Princess Elleelain - Cure Noble, the Legendary PreCure from over three hundred years before the modern day who once ruled the kingdom of Skyland and the Morning Star who watched over Skyland for the same years before the Hirogaru Sky! PreCure came to be.
The princess spoke. "Everyone, listen, I do not have much time to explain. Tomorrow morning, I know that all of the PreCure All Stars would gather together. You three must talk with Hanasaki Kaoruko, who I know as Cure Flower. Tell her that I send my regards and that time is of the essence, and that she must explain everything she knows about George."
"George?" Hana draws near, sporting a concerned expression. "But why-"
K̵͍̲̙̰̬̠͗͑͜s̷̼̭͔̖̣̘̠̐̆̀͐͝ś̶̺̥̪̬̜̿̇̆͝ş̵̺͎̼̠̘̥͌̄͆̕s̷̢̭̤̝͐̽̚̕ŝ̸̝͘͠͝s̸̝̰̑̏̂̌̈͗͝s̵͙̣͔̓s̴̨̢̛̯̱͙̯̄̔͝͝s̶̛̰̽̏͐̐s̷̡̧̼̘̭͈͎̾͊̃̌͆̉ş̶͍̯͉̋̐̈̾̅͛͝s̷̢̪̫̻̏̆̋s̸̡̘͚̰͎̗̹͌̈́̈́͑̈́̆͆s̸̪̜̬͕͍̅͛͒̉̔s̸̛̱͇̦̯̮̦͒̎̽͐͘͝s̴͔͕̻̘̈́̈́̚s̷̢̻̙̻̘͉̭̋̔̓s̷̤̰̦̲̒͘ͅͅs̷̰͝s̷̨͎̣͈̗͓̪̊̿̚͝s̶͕̝̰̣̑̔̕s̶͚̀́̉ş̸̙̖̲̙̓̇̅̏͊̈́ŝ̶͇̹͆̊̂̌̋ś̴̼̮̤̓̃͘͘s̷̻̼̱̬̋s̶̪̠̿s̶͚̝͛͛͆̾͐̀̚h̴͕͔͑̄̽̾̄̔ḩ̷̫̝͍̬͓͖̀̆͊̃̀̓̊h̶̹̖͝h̴̫̩̦̀̆̔̀͋̑̚ȟ̷̞͉̣̘̥̹h̵̰̪̽͂͌̿̕͠h̴̲̼̗̜͎͚͒̽̈́̆̇̚ḩ̵̯̣̺̖̦̤͊̃͊̋h̶̡̭̣̹͐ḧ̵̪̮͙̥́h̷̢͔̻͙̒ͅh̸̛̳̦̮̘̮̗͊̀̇̆̉͘ḫ̵̆ͅh̸̢̥͇̓̈́̓͒̏̕͜͝h̴̬̮͕̰͠h̵̛̘͚͔̮̠̭̤̐̀̌̌̚͝h̴̯̫̥̩̤͑̊͌͂̑̈͜͝ḧ̶̢͚́̃̂̽͘̕͠h̷͇̩̹̝̺̊̈́̌̈͘h̶̫̱̘͋̕h̵̪̤̮̰̮̊̿͂͋̈h̷̫̟̖͓̐̋̀̔̽h̸̩͇́̇̂̄h̵̝̦́̑͂̉̂̈́͗h̸͚̼̩͕̗̠͉̀̕h̸̲̹̽̂̈̾͑̀͠ḥ̴̞̦̅͛͆̕ͅḩ̴̧͍̟̬̦̏̓̓̽̈̇̂h̵̛̥̜̆̍̈́̽h̶͕̱̱̱̟̾̂̇͋͒̊͝ͅh̴̨̼̟͙̯̱̒̆̉́̚͝h̴̩̑ḧ̴̜̆͗̕͠͠͝h̷̝̓́̀̉͝h̸͓͔͂̄̐̉̊̚͝h̶̗̞̅͊̽h̸̹͊͒͛̎̃͠h̴͖̰̟͙̺̋́́͋̄̋ͅh̶͖̪̀̍͗ḣ̷̨͈͇̓̆͝ͅḥ̸͚̰̺̟̮̆̒̐̕̕ẖ̶̰̮̳̇͝ḧ̷̛̘̙̗́̈̕h̸͓̤̓͊̂͊̑̕͠ͅh̶̡̪̰̗̯̱̽̌̈́h̴͈̽̏̎̒̃̓͠h̸̟̩̹͖̓̋̉͆h̵̖̗̖̎̇̉͌ḥ̴̣̗̝̣̪̰̆h̵͎͔̳͈̉͊͆͌͗͋͝h̶̳̔͌̔͑̾̒ḥ̷̦̬͍̩̌̃͆̀h̵̙̼͎̬̥͆̕͜ͅḩ̶͉͇̜̫̞̠͑̒h̵͇̭̪̠̓͌͌̑́͋ḣ̴̫̝͚̮̬͛͘h̵̢̼̖̣͕̆́̈̚͝h̷̛͉̄͗͂̌̚̚͜h̷̨̓̀̂̋̑̂h̴̰̥̙̝̻̄̀̄ḩ̵͓̓̅͐̀̾͜͝h̷̼͈͋̒h̵̞̓̅͒̊͝h̸̞̩̲̰̤̒h̸̻̘̞̯͈̐̉̅̑ȟ̸͍̩̗͉̫̼̮̓h̵̠̤̮̐͗̆̓ẖ̷̭̻̘͇̅̔͐ͅh̷̘͉̙͗̎ͅh̵̞͓̿͒͛̽͜h̴̛̘͔̆̍ḧ̷͍̝͇́͠h̴̢̰͔̹̭̆̆̊̑́̄̌ĥ̴̼̖͓̼͖̪̇̈́̅̋͑͠h̵̗̉h̴̢̨͓͇̓͋̀̒͝ḩ̸̳͍̠̮̝̬͆͑́̑̀̚ḣ̴̜̳̥͎͙̻̑͗́͛h̸̜̜͇̤͊ḣ̷̳̈́̋͂̀ͅh̴̡̟͙̜̫̖́̈́̓̅ͅh̶̨̳̦̠̰̜͑̉͜ḥ̷͉̝̪̇͗͜ḧ̷̲͓̠̬́̅̈͌̓͘h̷̢̖̳̤̪͜͝h̴̢͖͇͍̲͂̂̇̊̓͘h̶̯̲̲͖̖͕͛͆h̸̞̥̭͇̮̅͑͘h̵̙̊͝h̷̲̺̬̩̹̗̑̓̾ͅḥ̷͖̱̜̭̈́̒ȟ̸͎̲̫̣̲͈̘̔̄͝h̸̡̟̜̬̳̲͛͋̅͐̅͝ḧ̷͈̲́̾͝ḧ̶̻͎̌̓́͐͝h̷͎͒̉͆͑͜h̵͕̦͈̫̾̈͆͜h̴̰̎̍h̸̜̬̥̩͖̗̖̓̔h̶̨̫̰̮̟̻͈̓̄̇ḣ̵̢̬͓̙̥̥͓͋͗̕͠h̴͖̭̩̺̽̚͠ȟ̸̙̇̋͝ẖ̷̰̤̙̄͝h̸̛̘̮͒́̂̎̿̕ḣ̴̝̤̩̬̏̓̀̓ͅh̶̜͔̣̭̋̅̈̑̈́͜ͅh̴̢̩̗̜̹̭͌͜h̶͉̓̀͛̀̒̚͝ḩ̶̞͚̝̚h̸̢͇͇̰̞͈̐̈̈́͌̚ͅh̴͉̍͝ẖ̶̐͋̔̇͂ͅ
The scenery would shift automatically, revealing a more foggier atmosphere. What appeared to be an old school building was seen from a distance. Only grey clouds covered the heavens. The pavements were cracked and darkened corridors led to places unknown.
The three girls felt something as they looked around. It felt... wrong somehow.
"Hm~ Hm~ Hm~ Hm~ Hm~"
T̷̏ͅh̶̝͌̾ͅó̸̼͙͘͘s̴̥̈̂̀ȩ̸̟͆͂̋͜ ̶̧̩̤̔̈́w̵͈͑͋ȟ̵͉̠̐͐o̷͙̰̣͝ ̷̠͌̄ḥ̷͍̏ạ̶͌̇̓v̸̙̳̹͑͝e̶̜̠̿̀͌ ̴̧̖̀d̴͙̮͆i̵̺̜͔̿͌̑e̶̼̭̾͠d̵̝̠́̽ ̷̛͕̦͍̄͒o̷͕͔̿̒n̵͕̞̮͋͘c̶͓̣̞̈́̀̈ẽ̶͎̯͙͋͝ ̶̜̟̑a̸̼̽ȓ̴̡͉̣͝è̸̡̼̣̍ ̴͇̬̜͘f̵̜͊͜á̵̩͇̩̾̕t̴̩̍͊̎ë̴̥̬̖́d̵̡̰͉̃̌͝ ̸̖̓ț̷̨͉̋o̸̰͍͖͐ ̷̪̀͛d̵̛͉̭̍̓ḭ̵̟͆̔e̸̳̬͛ ̴̡̑̂̈́f̵̟͒ǫ̸̀͒͠ŗ̸̲̝̓̽ȅ̵̼̱̳͛v̵̱͎̓̈́͠e̶͓̕r̷̤̗͕̋.̸̧̢̖̃̀
Everyone turns to find someone exiting the dark corridor. It was a... a young girl, wearing a tattered red dress. Her humming, cheerful voice was heard to echo, and her footsteps were soft yet impactful as she drew near the girls. She had long black hair and bangs that covered her face and greyer skin that seemed to indicate an unhealthy condition. On her left hand was... a pair of bloody scissors!
"...Ah."
The girls were now on high alert. Looking at the girl, they felt something very off. The urge to transform into PreCure was ever present, but they don't have their respective equipment or fairies with them. They felt their spines shiver and their hearts grew cold. By instinct, they would slowly draw back as they felt a very EVIL presence. There was no other way to describe this dreadful sensation.
Princess Elleelain was the only one who stood her ground, sporting a serious and defiant expression as she directed her face towards the girl while placing herself between the girls.
"You are not going to succeed," the princess declared, making the girl stop walking, acknowledging the Legendary PreCure. The princess continued. "Whatever your schemes are for our world, the PreCure will not break or bend to the likes of you, or whomever you serve."
The girl stopped walking. She softly smiled a bit.
"Quite a talkative one, you are, despite being supposed to be a dead old hag that should have passed on," the girl spoke softly, sporting a playful expression. Then the girl would look at Hana. Her eyes, to Hana, felt... dark, malevolent, like they were sharp-edged blades that seemed to hide underneath the façade of a cheerful expression. "Nice to finally meet you... at long last... Nono Hana... my onii-chan's beloved wife."
"Eh?" Hana sported a confused look. Nodoka and Mashiro sported confused looks. But all of them never lost their troubled expressions. The warning within their hearts never wavered. Hana pointed to herself. "Me? Onii-chan's wife?"
"That's right," the girl spoke with a cheerful tone, yet underneath the tone lay a sense of malice that not even Hana and the other girls could ignore. "George Kurai, my onii-chan," the moment Sachiko spoke that name, it made Hana, Nodoka, and Mashiro sport a shocked expression. "Hmmm~ Oh, and I know about you two as well, Hanadera Nodoka and Nijigaoka Mashiro, the two other women of my onii-chan's life. Oh, this is perfect, too perfect. I don't mind this turn of events at all. This is all too perfect. Why, tell the rest of your friends that they are all more than welcome to my party, hmm... I'm looking forward to it... and to playing with all of you, PreCure."
The girl would snap her fingers, and then...
K̵͍̲̙̰̬̠͗͑͜s̷̼̭͔̖̣̘̠̐̆̀͐͝ś̶̺̥̪̬̜̿̇̆͝ş̵̺͎̼̠̘̥͌̄͆̕s̷̢̭̤̝͐̽̚̕ŝ̸̝͘͠͝s̸̝̰̑̏̂̌̈͗͝s̵͙̣͔̓s̴̨̢̛̯̱͙̯̄̔͝͝s̶̛̰̽̏͐̐s̷̡̧̼̘̭͈͎̾͊̃̌͆̉ş̶͍̯͉̋̐̈̾̅͛͝s̷̢̪̫̻̏̆̋s̸̡̘͚̰͎̗̹͌̈́̈́͑̈́̆͆s̸̪̜̬͕͍̅͛͒̉̔s̸̛̱͇̦̯̮̦͒̎̽͐͘͝s̴͔͕̻̘̈́̈́̚s̷̢̻̙̻̘͉̭̋̔̓s̷̤̰̦̲̒͘ͅͅs̷̰͝s̷̨͎̣͈̗͓̪̊̿̚͝s̶͕̝̰̣̑̔̕s̶͚̀́̉ş̸̙̖̲̙̓̇̅̏͊̈́ŝ̶͇̹͆̊̂̌̋ś̴̼̮̤̓̃͘͘s̷̻̼̱̬̋s̶̪̠̿s̶͚̝͛͛͆̾͐̀̚h̴͕͔͑̄̽̾̄̔ḩ̷̫̝͍̬͓͖̀̆͊̃̀̓̊h̶̹̖͝h̴̫̩̦̀̆̔̀͋̑̚ȟ̷̞͉̣̘̥̹h̵̰̪̽͂͌̿̕͠h̴̲̼̗̜͎͚͒̽̈́̆̇̚ḩ̵̯̣̺̖̦̤͊̃͊̋h̶̡̭̣̹͐ḧ̵̪̮͙̥́h̷̢͔̻͙̒ͅh̸̛̳̦̮̘̮̗͊̀̇̆̉͘ḫ̵̆ͅh̸̢̥͇̓̈́̓͒̏̕͜͝h̴̬̮͕̰͠h̵̛̘͚͔̮̠̭̤̐̀̌̌̚͝h̴̯̫̥̩̤͑̊͌͂̑̈͜͝ḧ̶̢͚́̃̂̽͘̕͠h̷͇̩̹̝̺̊̈́̌̈͘h̶̫̱̘͋̕h̵̪̤̮̰̮̊̿͂͋̈h̷̫̟̖͓̐̋̀̔̽h̸̩͇́̇̂̄h̵̝̦́̑͂̉̂̈́͗h̸͚̼̩͕̗̠͉̀̕h̸̲̹̽̂̈̾͑̀͠ḥ̴̞̦̅͛͆̕ͅḩ̴̧͍̟̬̦̏̓̓̽̈̇̂h̵̛̥̜̆̍̈́̽h̶͕̱̱̱̟̾̂̇͋͒̊͝ͅh̴̨̼̟͙̯̱̒̆̉́̚͝h̴̩̑ḧ̴̜̆͗̕͠͠͝h̷̝̓́̀̉͝h̸͓͔͂̄̐̉̊̚͝h̶̗̞̅͊̽h̸̹͊͒͛̎̃͠h̴͖̰̟͙̺̋́́͋̄̋ͅh̶͖̪̀̍͗ḣ̷̨͈͇̓̆͝ͅḥ̸͚̰̺̟̮̆̒̐̕̕ẖ̶̰̮̳̇͝ḧ̷̛̘̙̗́̈̕h̸͓̤̓͊̂͊̑̕͠ͅh̶̡̪̰̗̯̱̽̌̈́h̴͈̽̏̎̒̃̓͠h̸̟̩̹͖̓̋̉͆h̵̖̗̖̎̇̉͌ḥ̴̣̗̝̣̪̰̆h̵͎͔̳͈̉͊͆͌͗͋͝h̶̳̔͌̔͑̾̒ḥ̷̦̬͍̩̌̃͆̀h̵̙̼͎̬̥͆̕͜ͅḩ̶͉͇̜̫̞̠͑̒h̵͇̭̪̠̓͌͌̑́͋ḣ̴̫̝͚̮̬͛͘h̵̢̼̖̣͕̆́̈̚͝h̷̛͉̄͗͂̌̚̚͜h̷̨̓̀̂̋̑̂h̴̰̥̙̝̻̄̀̄ḩ̵͓̓̅͐̀̾͜͝h̷̼͈͋̒h̵̞̓̅͒̊͝h̸̞̩̲̰̤̒h̸̻̘̞̯͈̐̉̅̑ȟ̸͍̩̗͉̫̼̮̓h̵̠̤̮̐͗̆̓ẖ̷̭̻̘͇̅̔͐ͅh̷̘͉̙͗̎ͅh̵̞͓̿͒͛̽͜h̴̛̘͔̆̍ḧ̷͍̝͇́͠h̴̢̰͔̹̭̆̆̊̑́̄̌ĥ̴̼̖͓̼͖̪̇̈́̅̋͑͠h̵̗̉h̴̢̨͓͇̓͋̀̒͝ḩ̸̳͍̠̮̝̬͆͑́̑̀̚ḣ̴̜̳̥͎͙̻̑͗́͛h̸̜̜͇̤͊ḣ̷̳̈́̋͂̀ͅh̴̡̟͙̜̫̖́̈́̓̅ͅh̶̨̳̦̠̰̜͑̉͜ḥ̷͉̝̪̇͗͜ḧ̷̲͓̠̬́̅̈͌̓͘h̷̢̖̳̤̪͜͝h̴̢͖͇͍̲͂̂̇̊̓͘h̶̯̲̲͖̖͕͛͆h̸̞̥̭͇̮̅͑͘h̵̙̊͝h̷̲̺̬̩̹̗̑̓̾ͅḥ̷͖̱̜̭̈́̒ȟ̸͎̲̫̣̲͈̘̔̄͝h̸̡̟̜̬̳̲͛͋̅͐̅͝ḧ̷͈̲́̾͝ḧ̶̻͎̌̓́͐͝h̷͎͒̉͆͑͜h̵͕̦͈̫̾̈͆͜h̴̰̎̍h̸̜̬̥̩͖̗̖̓̔h̶̨̫̰̮̟̻͈̓̄̇ḣ̵̢̬͓̙̥̥͓͋͗̕͠h̴͖̭̩̺̽̚͠ȟ̸̙̇̋͝ẖ̷̰̤̙̄͝h̸̛̘̮͒́̂̎̿̕ḣ̴̝̤̩̬̏̓̀̓ͅh̶̜͔̣̭̋̅̈̑̈́͜ͅh̴̢̩̗̜̹̭͌͜h̶͉̓̀͛̀̒̚͝ḩ̶̞͚̝̚h̸̢͇͇̰̞͈̐̈̈́͌̚ͅh̴͉̍͝ẖ̶̐͋̔̇͂ͅ
And so, from each of their respective places, three of the women - Hana, Nodoka, and Mashiro - would suddenly wake up from their respective beds.
Sweat was found on their brow. Their hearts grew troubled as they placed their hands on their chest.
"...What...What was that?" they would all mutter.
They would notice that the sun is almost up, as a new dawn breaks on the horizon. But not even the sun seems to comfort them due to the strange yet disturbing dream that they all had.
Standing up from their bed and peaking out from their respective doors and windows of their rooms, they felt the carrying omens and gentleness of the winds that blew upon their faces and hair. Their hearts beat as one, for no matter where they were, they remembered one person.
"...George," they all muttered, from their respective locations.
And despite their different locations, they were all commonly united with one single resolve.
It was time for all of the PreCure All Stars to gather once again.
But now, a mystery awaits relating to the mysterious boy - George Kurai - just as they face a new threat that has entered into their dreams.
And this one was eager to play with them.
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Kono Yo no Hate de Koi wo Utau Shoujo YU-NO Opening 2