Freedom [BLACK WORLD ARC EVENT]

It was a cold night at Fuma Park. Most of the park was empty, but one part of it was unusually bright. Rays of light waved through the sky as the cheering of a crowd could be heard. Tonight there was a special event at the park called “Stars on Ice!” Like the name says, it’s a bunch of famous people competing against each other to see who the best ice skater is. Tonight was the last night of the competition. The finalists were strangely enough two boxers that knew each and they weren’t on good terms. The finalists were Hayato Nishi and Jaaku Yamamoto. The last time they saw each other was a few years ago, when they faced each other in an All-Star match and Jaaku purposefully injured Hayato. After that incident Jaaku was sent to jail for a few years, but recently he had gotten out for good behavior, and somehow got invited to this event.
Things have been fairly civil between both of them, even after receiving such an injury Hayato was very nice and kind towards Jaaku, but his feelings inside weren’t so kind. In fact not kind at all. Inside, he hated him. The feelings were mutual. Both had intense hatred for one another, Hayato for being incapacitated and Jaaku for being in jail. No one believed that the injury he delivered onto was an “accident”, but you can’t say something was an accident when they find papers with bets placed on him winning and others asking him to ensure Hayato was “taken care of.”
Like many people they grinned through it and put up a farce toward the other one. These were two men that hadn’t let the past go, and one of them had a nefarious plan.
During Jaaku’s first performance Hayato was backstage with his team. Unlike other contestants he made sure that he had people he could trust with his music, makeup, wardrobe, etc. but his group was larger than others because they brought guests backstage. His team consisted of 3 people, but they had 3 guests. His music man was Zen, he was a Shinigami that had spent centuries on Earth owning a music store, if anyone knew about music it was him. He brought along two people, well not human people. The two that he brought were Nature Iramasha, Pierre and Dashel. The reason that they were there was simple, Pierre was a longtime friend of Zen (we are talking about since the French Revolution) and Dashel was a HUGE fan of the Pretty Cure so meeting one in the flesh just about made him blow up (luckily he didn’t actually blow up, though he came close).
While Zen could handle the music and using his Zanpakutō he could create amazing displays they weren’t real, so he needed someone that could create some real lights and bang, so he hired Perseus. Who else could create high quality chemistry than one who bends physics to his will. He brought along his husband Dolce. Dolce was a guest but he did bring something important to the team… FOOD! When the producers heard that he ran a café and did catering they quickly snatched him up and hired him to do catering for the cast and crew.

Hayato skated to the center of the ice rink as the lights dimmed and his song started to play, but just before he started to dance, his body froze. Hayato stood there, his body felt as if it was wrapped in thick chains. His body felt compressed and heavy, as much as he tried his body would not move.
The crow started to whisper and talk amongst themselves. Could it had been stage fright? No that doesn’t seem right he has never had stage fright, not even in his star matches. People started saying that it could be that this is a repeat of his final match, his opponent want the last man that he fought, and was the one that ended his career could this just be some subconscious fear raising its ugly head? Hayato could hear the whispers and he began to think the worst, but seriously why couldn’t he move!?
Backstage Hayato’s group looked anxiously at the screens that showed him on stage. “Something isn’t right here” said Romano. The other 5 looked at him “What do you mean?” asked Pierre. Romano looked at Dolce and Zen “Don’t you guys feel it? It feels as if there is a demons presence here.” Roman had looked at them because Zen was the strongest one there and Dolce was the one that had dealt with demons the most. The both were quiet for a moment as they felt the energies around them. “Youre right. Theres something big out there” Zen said as he put his hand under his chin as he thought. “I did feel something since I was here but I just thought it was the demon inside of you Romano. But now that you mention it there is definitely something else out there.” Dolce said as he felt a strong demonic presence. “But why would anyone target Hayato, and a demon no less. Its not like he fights them or anything” said Dashel, knowing everything there is to know about Pretty Cure. “I think its best if we go out and see if we can find anyone out there. Dashel you are the fastest one, so you go scope out the area around the park.” Perseus said getting a plan ready “The rest of us just form a perimeter around the crowd. That way we can see the stage and the people. If anything comes up we should be able to act.” They all nodded before splitting off forming a perimeter around the crowd, while Dashel flew away and started to look for things around the park.
From the other side of the curtain Jakku heard their plan. He had an evil smirk on his face, his plan was coming out just dandy. The technique he used at the end of his routine was actually a spell cast on Hayato. He knew that just like him Hayato was still rooted in the past, and used that against him. The chains that held him down were the weight of the past. He couldn’t move because he was still tied down to that horrible day. It was almost time for his plan to come into full bloom.
When the group looked at the stage they could see Hayato’s situation. Hayato was encased in black chains that were bolted into the ice. They all just stared at it flabbergasted. What was going on! Who would target Hayato, and at a place like this. Soon their questions were answered.
The cutting sound made by ice skates on fresh ice reverberated through the area. Onto the ice skated Jakku with a twisted smile on his face. The crowd went silent as he skated around Hayato. “Well, well, well. Aren’t you in quite a pickle Hayato?” He stood in front of Hayato and squeezed his cheeks together. “How dare he put a hand on me!” Hayato thought as his face was touched. It wasn’t that his faced was touched, it’s what he felt come from this man. He felt such a powerful aura of condescension. Could he be the reason he couldn’t move!? But how was that possible! It was years ago, but last time they met they met Jakku was a normal human, evil but normal.
People watching started to yell and boo at the strangely changed man. Back in the day Jakku was known to have a very short temper, especially when people didn’t like what he was showing off. This obviously wasn’t helping him. “You know having a loud audience is such a nuisance. A good audience should be quiet. And just watch!” He let out a loud roar as rays of black energy showered the area hitting everyone watching before they could even react. Every single living being was trapped inside a coffin shaped mirror. While they seemed to be asleep they were conscious of their surroundings, they could see and hear things happening around them, but could do nothing more.
Hayato was shocked at what he saw. Those mirrors, there were exactly the same ones as the Phantom Empire used to trap victims, but no Saiarks came from them. Jakku let out a boisterous laugh “Do these look familiar? I bet they do! Sadly there is nothing you can do to save these people Hayato. Only you could save them, but even if you tried, theres no monsters to defeat, so they are stuck like this. FOREVER!”
“No that’s impossible!” Hayato thought. While the mirrors were indeed the same something about them was different, they had different colors. Ones were red, others yellow, and finally blue. There must be something he could do, but he couldn’t move. “Now, in front of this marvelous audience I can finally take my revenge on you!” Jakku yelled out as he punched Hayato straight in the gut. He couldn’t move, but he felt everything. It felt as if he was hit by a truck. This was so much stronger than he used to be. He kept on punching Hayato over and over and over, laughing all the while. If only he could move it would have made the pain so much bearable, but he was as stiff as a board, this was pure torture.
While this happened there was movement in between the mirrors. The mirrors trapped everything that was living, and formerly living in them, but they ignored one thing. Things that were never alive! That’s right, for some reason Iramasha were not affected by it, or at least not Nature Iramasha. Pierre didn’t really know what was going on so he looked on from behind one of the mirrors. “So that guy is behind all of this.” He whispered as he watched Hayato get beaten up. This guy was gonna pay for this. The guy probably wasn’t expecting anyone to be free, so at the moment he had an upper hand. Luckily there still was some grass on the ground so he could silently move behind the mirrors not alerting the punch happy goon.
He got close to the ring and that’s when he decided that he was just gonna rush in and attack. He leaped into the ring his hands turning into claws, meant to land on Jaaku and rip him apart for what he had done, but it didn’t work. Jaaku moved out of the way causing Pierre’s claws to be stuck in the ice. “So I guess that didn’t trap everyone that was here.” He said as he went over to Pierre and kicked him while he was stuck in the ice. The ice grew on Pierre’s arms making sure that he couldn’t move. A long broadsword formed in Jaaku’s hand as he raised it above his head and said “And now you won’t be a problem” as he swung it down.

All during that time Hayato couldn’t move, but he saw everything around him. This… this man had come here to destroy the people that loved him, and people that he cared for. He saw that Pierre had come in to try and save the day, and that made something click in him. He remembered a letter that he got a few weeks ago. It was from Yuu, it said that she was going away to find something inside of herself, and that she might never come back. He remembered the fights they had together and how she was always there to help him get stronger, but today was going to be different. Today he had to do it himself.
As the broadsword swung down, it stopped millimeters before hitting Pierre. Needless to say that both of them were surprised, but Jaaku could feel some force holding both of his arms back. Hayato was behind him holding his arms back from hurting Pierre. “Youre not gonna hurt my friends.” Hayato struggled to say as he lifted the smaller man from the ice and threw him over his head and to the other side of the rink. Chains still bound Hayato, but they seemed to be looser than before. “You can hurt me all you want Jaaku, but I’m not letting you hurt anyone else. Tonight is the night when I burn all my fears of you and cut these chains forever.”
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Suddenly music started to play through the speakers as bright orange flames covered Hayato’s body. His clothes turned black as the flames imprinted themselves on the legs of his pants and on his black jacket. Underneath it he was wearing an orange flame shirt. His hair turned a bright red, and with a burst of energy flames spread over the stage, sending a wave of heat outwards. At that same instant the chains that bound Hayato fell, each link rattling as it fell on the ground followed by a crisp crash as they shattered as they hit the ice.
Jaaku was in shock as he was thrown across the rink and even more shocked as the chains that bound Hayato were shattered. He smirked getting up from the ice as he said “Fat chance! Im gonna lock you up like you locked me up!” He said as he rushed towards Hayato, but stopped when he was about 20 feet away. It suddenly got unbearably hot and the shock in temperatures was evident by a shimmering that defined the mixing of hot and cold air. Hayato started to skate around the rink, the heat melting the ice that held Pierre to the floor. One a pass around he was picked up by Hayato who carried him to the edge and put him out of the ice and thanked him for trying to save him.
Hayato and Jaaku skated around the rink sizing each other up, and then the battle started. The short male rushed towards Hayato and unleashed a flurry of black chains towards the other. Not knowing what his new powers could do he instinctively moved and jumped, spinning in the air. In an instant bright red, ethereal wings formed on his back. The wings looked as if they were made out of static see through flames. Hayato yelled out “Burning Splash!” The air around him glowed a bright orange before exploding around him causing the chains to fuse together into large shards. The force of the explosion caused the chunks of black metal to be sent flying back towards their point of origin. Jaaku swung his sword at the chunks of metal, not hitting them, but sending out a wave of ice and snow that covered them in a thick layer of ice, the added weight and the strong wind caused them to fall to the ground.
As Hayato landed back on the ice Jaaku seemed to use what could be described as a Flash Step to appear in front of Hayato, swinging his sword across his chest, leaving a trail of ice on whatever it touched. He jumped back and smirked at Hayato as he said “This is the end for you. That ice can freeze anything it touches.” He then gasped as the ice didn’t grow on Hayatos chest, it remained static. “I can feel the pain that radiates from this ice’s energy. Its trying to grab onto something that it wont find here anymore.” He started to scake again going for another jump. He spun in the air with his arms close to his body as he yelled “Ni-renzoku (second one).” He skated through the air leaving a trail of red rose petals behind him. Jaaku followed him, though the petals made it difficult to do. “I am not going to let my past define me anymore. And that is why you are going to fail at hurting me and my friends.” A red rose on a stem appeared in front of Hayato. He grabbed it and looked at Jaaku as he said “Jonetsu no Million Rose (Million Rose of Passion)” He then brought the rose close to his lips as he blew gently on it. The rose petals flew apart from their former shape in a spiral. This caused the petals in the air to follow suit forming a blizzard of petals. Once the petals touched something they burst into flames, causing the man lost in the petals to be caught in a blazing inferno. The wind ejected him higher into the sky. With a loud roar Jaaku summoned a blizzard in the area. The snow started to pile up quickly all around the rink, but not in the area around Hayato, the heat surrounding hit kept the snow and ice at bay, but outside of his bubble of heat he couldn’t see anything. The main reason for that was that outside of his warm zone a thick layer of ice had formed. He was surrounded in a 20 foot sphere of ice that quickly fell to the ground. Hayato landed on the ice that now surrounded him, he had to keep skating in circles to keep his momentum up, if he stopped now he could trip and fall.
A faint laugh could be heard outside of the shell. No doubt that Jaaku had to be outside the shell. Once more Hayato jumped into the air “San-renzoku! (third one)” He flipped in the air and started to spin rapidly upside down as the air around him filled with energy, turning a bright orange. From the outside the orb looked as if it was glowing from the inside. In an instant the orb of ice turned into steam as a swirling pillar of fire erupted from the sphere. “Breaking Fire Storm!” The swirling updraft picked up Jaaku and threw him tumbling into the air. Hayato flipped back into the ground and as he landed he jumped once more “Yo-Renzoku!(fourth one)” He flew towards Jaaku with his right hand extend towards him. In a flash of light a rapier formed in Hayato’s hand. It came close to Piercing Jaaku, but just before it did, it hit a rose petal. Its expoded into a flurry of heat, petals and glowing red embers that formed a cloud in the shape of a rose. “Kakumei no Rosette Nebula! (The Revolutionary Rosette Nebula)”
As Hayato landed on the ground a glyph glowed as ice creeped up his body. It was so cold, it wasn’t melting in the heat. As Jaaku fell from the sky and hit the ice Hayato was frozen in a pillar of clear ice. Jaaku laughed as he got up from the ground “I told you I was gonna lock you up. And like last time we fought, I won.”
“And I said that I was going to end this tonight.” Hayato’s voice echoed through the rink. “You may think I’m just gonna let you walk over me? You think I’m going to lose so easily?” The ice that trapped him started to steam and crack as his voice was projected. The ice exploded as Hayato flew into the air. “Go-Renzoku! (Fifth one)” “Just like a phoenix rising out of the ashes. I will always come back after failing” The air around him glowed in a brilliant array of colors before bursting into the shape of a glowing phoenix. “Mugen Prism Phoenix! (Infinite Prism Phoenix)”
The phoenix fired a radiant beam of energy that enveloped Jaaku. The energy was so hot and intense, it stripped what seemed to be like a layer of energy of his body, leaving him crumpled on the ground.
The people that were trapped in the red mirrors were released in their places. They had seen everything that happened and did not know what to do, though they were not panicking or running away. They felt somewhat safe where they were. Zen was released from a red mirror and Pierre ran to him to make sure he was alright. He and all the others that were freed looked as if a giant weight was lifted from their shoulders, they seemed glad for some other reason besides being freed. The light was so bright that Dashel was able to see it from a mile away, prompting him to fly back and reunite with Zen and Pierre.
Hayato floated back down to the rink, landing safely as the glow faded. As he looked at Jaaku the seemingly defeated man started to laugh once again as a black aura started to envelop him.

As the dark man laughed maniacally darkness spread through the ice rink covering it in an inky black dome. None of those outside could see past the darkness. Pierre looked at the dark dome and asked Zen “Whats going on here, I’ve never seen anything like this before.”
Zen looked at it and replied “Nor have I, and we have lived for a very long time. But I have an idea of what it could be. Word has gone out that there is a miasma coming from the Soul Plane. Its making people confront their darkest fears or insecurities. If they stick around for too long then certain areas associated with that person will turn into a mirror version. Causing a distortion in reality.”
“So, you are saying that that other man is the embodiment of Hayato’s fears?” Pierre asked
Zen nodded “Yes, and only he can destroy him. He has to face his own fears. All we can do is ensure that these people are safe from whatever that thing is, but it seems that they aren’t going anywhere.” He said as the people looked at the large screens that seemed to broadcast what was happening inside the dark dome.
The screens showed a very dark area with one humanoid figure in the center. Hayato looked around the area and couldn’t see anything around him. He didn’t know what was going on, but he had a feeling that whoever that man was it wasn’t Jaaku.
He started to move around in the darkness, but found it hard to do so. It felt as if he was walking through thick syrup. It took a lot of effort, and not knowing what was around him was quite frustrating. He reached down to grab his phone to change his form so he could conjure up some light but noticed it was gone! He hand even noticed he was wearing his normal clothes now because it was so dark. He heard laughing all around him as the stranger’s voice surrounded him.
“Poor, poor Hayato. Powerless once again aren’t you! First at home, work and now here!”
Screen lit up inside the darkness showing moments in his life when Hayato was pushed aside and forgotten. All the times when his brother and sister where praised for their special powers. All the times that he was left alone while the rest of his family went out to special dinners and business deals. He was always left out of those kinds of things. He wasn’t special, he wasn’t going to be the face of the family. He was just there as a backup incase his brother or sister died. Nothing more than just that spare button that always falls off before any actual buttons get lost.
Suddenly he felt a wave of grief and despair fill him. He felt like he was all alone again, like he wasn’t going to amount to anything. He hadn’t felt like this in a long time, not since his back injury.
“Whats wrong little man? Thinking about when you broke your back!?!” The voice said. Suddenly a large screen appeared in front of him showing the time that Jaaku gave that powerful punch that shattered his spine. This sent a chill through his body. He couldn’t understand what he was feeling. He felt like a shell, empty. His legs gave out as he fell to his knees into the inky goop. His legs started to sink into the darkness as his head kept filing with this emptiness, this hopelessness that he couldn’t describe. Screen upon screen appeared, showing the same images of his childhood and that singular incident. Each one felt like a dagger stabbing his very soul, leaving only pain and loneliness behind.
All he could do was look at the images in disbelief as his body sank deeper and faster into the dark void, eventually his head sank beneath the ink.

Hayato sunk deeper and deeper into what seemed to be an endless, deep blue abyss. He didn't feel anything. He felt weightless, lifeless, and hopeless.

"What good am I for. I'm useless" he said as he floated in the abyss. "I'm really just that useless spare that no one ever needs. I've just been lucky in life. If you could even call it luck."

The thought back at the things he tried to do in his life. "My love of art. Ruined. My talent at boxing. Ruined. My fashion career is strong, but how long until the store burns down, or that my career just ends abruptly. It will all be ruined too."

He sank faster and faster the more hopeless he felt. This is how he was going to die. Lost in the darkness. It was all his fault. He was truly powerless, he couldn't transform to get out of this mess, he was just human after all.

"Don't give up!" rang out through the darkness.

"Why shouldn't I?" Hayato responded

"Because Hayato Nishi doesnt give up! No matter what life has thrown at him he doesnt give up! Even at the darkest points of his life he went on and did something with what little he had! Come on! You can get out of this mess!" The voice responded.

"How can I? I cant transform. I'm powerless if I can't" He responded

"You think that old thing was actually doing something for you!?! You had the power to do so much more inside of you! All you needed was a push in the right direction! Now come on its time to get out of this mess!" the voice said as two bright lights formed in front of him.

The lights grew into humanoid shapes and resembled a man wearing a cheerleader outfit, dressed in red, yellow, blue and white. The other was wearing a very fancy, pure white tuxedo.

Hayato looked at them and knew that these were two forms that he could transform into,Popcorn Cheer and Sparkling Orchestra. They extended their hands towards Hayato. He extended his towards them and once they touched the darkness was consumed by a brilliant golden light.

Outside of the darkness everyone kept their eyes glued on the screens that allowed them to see inside the darkness. They could only see pure darkness. With every passing second the tension grew and grew as the crow waited for something, anything to happen. What they didn’t know is that underneath them darkness was spreading.

The evil being was drawing power from Hayato’s pain and hopelessness. It strengthened him and he spread his influence into what he wanted to make his domain, the park. He was calculating though, he did not want to raise alarm. Like roots from an ever invasive weed, he started to take over the park from below ground. Once the energy too rot it would only be a matter of time before it bloomed into a hideous landscape.

After two minutes something happened on the dark screen. A beam of golden light burst from the ground of the dome and straight through it as a familiar voice yelled out “Heart Change! Neon Idol!” In the beam of light stood a familiar figure that instantly made the crowd outside start to cheer. As the intense light diminished there stood Hayato, in what seemed to be a new form.

His hair, now golden and glowing flowed down messily to his waist. He was wearing a white long sleeved shirt under a dark blue vest and a simple, thin, and loosely tied tie. His pants were straight fitting black jeans that went into a pair of high, black, studded, ice skating boots. It seemed as if every seem that was on his outfit was glowing with rainbow colors.

The voice of the evil entity poke from the dome itself. “What! How is it possible that you could escape! Without your little phone you are supposed to be powerless!” It was furious, at this new development, but it knew it could still have a grasp on Hayato. More screens appeared inside the dome replaying more of Hayato’s failures.



Hayato started to skate around the area as the music started. A spotlight followed him as he moved through the darkness, the cameras inside the dome focusing on him, displaying it to the outside world. If he could confront the person that he blamed everything on he could do one better.

He could stand up to his past.

All of his failures seemed so big, so heavy, but he knew that he owed it to himself, to his past self, and to who he was going to become in the future, he couldn’t just give up.

He picked up speed as he readied his first jump. He jumped and continued to skate in the air in a spiral until he reached a point and pulled his arms close to his body. He went high into the air as dozens of glowing, prismatic orbs, about 10 feet in diameter, started to fall from the sky. He did a backflip in the air and landed on a central one as he yelled out “Stardust Shower!” Unknown to Hayato is that outside the same orbs were falling from the sky, dozens pelted the dome causing small explosions of light. Inside the dome the orbs tore through the floating images of Hayato’s past, causing the shatter and fall on the ground like shards of broken glass.



As the orb he was on top of hit the ground Hayato crouched down as red sparks came from his skates, he was going so fast that the friction from the landing caused his skates to heat up and spark. That was of little consequence, they weren’t going to break after a little rough landing.
As he landed black tendrils started to rise from the ground. He had to keep moving. He stayed low to maximize his speed, but he couldn’t keep skating forever, he had to make this his stage.
He did a small jump as small golden stars started to fill the area. When he landed a trail of golden light followed him as out of it formed elegantly decorated coffee cups on saucers that twirled around the ground. Hayato skated through the cups as the trail of light grew longer and longer as it traced out a star on the ground. He leapt into the air as the star follows under him. Hayato began spinning in the air as three light beams from the ground locked on him as he yelled out “Miracle Macchiato!” The cups below shattered as boiling hot liquid got caught in the strong wind that was created from Hayato spinning in the air. As the liquid splattered all over the floor it began to glow brilliant neon colors, shifting colors like a melting neon sign. The colors spread over the ground until they covered an area that covered a 100 foot radius. This area of shifting colors stopped the darkness from influencing those inside of it, but it could not dispel the darkness, only keep it at bay.
Black blots of energy started to shoot across the new, colorful field. Hayato easily dodged the bolts, but just like before he couldn’t keep dodging forever, he needed to get out of this place, but how?
The bolts rained down faster and faster, Hayato started to wind up for another jump, but just before he got off the ground he got zapped by a big one. This caused him to trip and fall on the ground, sliding and scraping his arms on the cold, hard ice. He was down for a few seconds, god it hurt so much. Everything smelled like Sulphur, it smelled as if things were burning, but nothing was, a lightning bolt wasn’t enough to set him on fire, or even burn his hair, but it did hurt. What hurt even more was the fall. His arms were scraped and bleeding. He had never failed a jump using his new powers, it hurt to fall. He did notice that the more jumps he did the stronger they got, and when he failed one it seemed that the damage he took was higher, that’s something to take note of.
Hayato took a deep breath before starting to skate at a high speed. He swerved as he dodged more dark bolts that rained down. This time he got enough speed to quickly get off the ground. As he went up another lightning bolt shot at him. Hayato leaned back as he said “Mune-kyun~~~~” as a large heart appeared in front of him, blocking the bolt. More bolts came from the sides as he continued “Ta-“the heart broke apart into smaller hearts that went around his body blocking more hits. “-iken!” as he finished the name of the jump hearts went flying out from him causing explosions when they hit the dome above them. Hayato held his hands against his chest as he glowed with light for a few moments. The scratches on his arms closed up as they healed (Munekyun Taiken:: Heart Throbbing Adventure). As he landed on the ground something inside of him felt different. He felt this surge of peace and clarity fill his mind.



He skated on a smooth curve via the momentum of his previous jump as he closed his eyes. What was this feeling? Everything felt so clear and pure, was this power hidden deep inside of him all this time? Rays of silver light emanated from his body as the feeling of clarity became all consuming. His speed increased as he smoothly jumped into the air. Rainbow coloured ribbons of light formed around him, spiraling around his body as he flew into the air. They came closer to him in a corkscrew fashion as he slowly turned in the air. “Aurora Rising” echoed as a small pair of angel like wings formed on his back. He closed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. The ribbons of light coalesced on his body giving him a silver glow before he yelled out “Final!” He stretched out his arms as a silver aurora borealis filled the dome, causing it to shatter as the aurora filled the sky over the park. A burst of light came from Hayato as a pair of large ethereal wings formed on his back.

As they flapped pure white feathers fell from the sky. As he flew a streak of silver light followed him, leaving a trail of feathers behind. As the feathers fell on the ground, the crowd looked up in pure awe. The aurora could be seen from miles away, catching the attention of those in the city. The feathers that fell on the mirrors which held trapped people caused them to dissolve and free those inside.
In the ice rink a dark orb floated, struggling to grow larger, struggling against the light that bathed the area. Hayato flew a mile into the air as he said “Hibike haruka Kanata e” (Resonate far and wide). He then shot down cloaked in rainbow light as he passed through four large circles of energy, one red, one yellow, one blue and one pink “Pretty Cure! Grand Printemps!” He shot through the orb as it became surrounded in a sphere of flower petals. As he hit the ground a mighty wind blew through the area causing flowers to bloom on the ground. “Blooming” as he said that the sphere of flower petals exploded into what seemed like fireworks made of flower petals that scattered through the area, almost as if it were raining petal. “Gokigenyo” (Good Night) he said as he stood on the ice now covered in falling petals.