Dark energy crushed the air.
Umbra stood at the center of the hall, his hands raised high, drawing power from every villain beside him. The floor cracked, pillars bent, and the iron cage holding Shinchan rattled violently.
Inside the cage, Shinchan fell to one knee.
His body was weak. His breath burned. The pressure felt like the world itself was pushing him down.
Ai-chan screamed, struggling against her restraints."Shinchan! Please—stop! You'll kill him!"
Umbra's voice was calm, cruel."This is the end of the hero who dared to challenge us."
The combined power surged forward.
At that exact moment, Shinchan slowly lifted his head.
He closed his eyes.
The noise faded.
In the darkness, memories came rushing back.
Ai-chan's smile.His parents' scolding and quiet care.Hiroshi's tired laughter.Misae's worried eyes.Shinta running toward him with a toy sword.His tiny baby, Shin-ai, sleeping peacefully.Shiro wagging his tail.And his friends—always beside him.
Shinchan whispered, his voice shaking but clear:
"I'm sorry, Ai-chan…Mom… Dad…Shinta… my little baby Shin-ai…Shiro…Kazama… Nene… Masao… Bo-chan…"
He clenched his fists.
"I wanted to protect everyone… even if I couldn't be strong."
The energy blast descended.
Suddenly—
CRASH!
The hall doors exploded open.
Four figures stood there, glowing brightly.
Children.
But not ordinary children.
They wore superpower uniforms, their bodies surrounded by powerful auras.
Kazama stepped forward first. His uniform was deep blue with silver lines, energy symbols glowing on his gloves and boots. His power—Mind and Strategy—allowed him to control energy patterns and shield others.
Nene followed, her crimson-and-pink uniform flowing like flame. Her power—Emotional Force—turned her will and anger into raw destructive strength.
Masao trembled—but stood firm. His golden uniform pulsed like a beating heart. His power—True Courage—multiplied his strength the moment he chose to protect someone.
Bo-chan stood quietly, wrapped in a dark green suit marked with ancient symbols. His power—Silence and Control—allowed him to weaken enemies without chaos.
Kazama shouted, his voice sharp and steady:"STOP THIS!"
Their combined power slammed into the villains' attack, halting it midair.
Umbra's eyes narrowed."You again…"
Kazama turned toward the cage and threw a glowing bottle."Shinchan! Catch!"
Shinchan grabbed it instinctively.
Kazama continued, loud and clear:"Drink it. Wish for your childhood form. That's where your power sleeps."
Shinchan looked at the bottle. Then at Ai-chan.
He drank.
Light exploded from within him.
The cage shattered like glass.
Chains snapped.
Shinchan stood tall—no longer weak.
His superpower uniform formed around him: red and gold, marked with a blazing symbol on his chest. His power—Unbreakable Spirit—grew stronger the more he protected others.
He opened his eyes.
Power roared.
With one strike, he broke free completely and landed beside his friends.
Umbra snarled."So… you've returned."
Shinchan stepped forward."No. I never left."
The battle erupted.
Each hero faced their old enemy.
Masao lifted Glacira and slammed her into the ground, shouting through tears."I won't be scared anymore!"
Nene overwhelmed Thornfang with waves of force."This is for everyone you hurt!"
Kazama outmaneuvered Voltazo, calculating every move."Predictable."
Bo-chan disabled Jokerbane silently."…Finished."
Umbra unleashed everything he had.
For a moment, even the heroes were pushed back.
Shinchan staggered.
Then he remembered—again.
Hands reached for his.
His friends.
Together, they gathered their power.
Shinchan shouted:"Let's end this—together!"
Five energies merged.
The final blast tore through the hall.
The villains screamed as their power collapsed.
Silence.
Umbra fell last.
Gone.
Ai-chan broke free and ran to Shinchan.
They hugged tightly.
"You came back," she cried.
Shinchan smiled, exhausted but alive."I always will."
Masao wiped his face."So… am I cool now?"
Nene scoffed. "Don't push it."
They laughed.
As they left, the servants watched quietly.
Their masters were gone.
Some cried.
Some felt free.
And somewhere deep inside the ruined palace, a new path began.