Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

10,000 meters above.

There was one jumbo passenger aircraft in the sky. Down in the Cloud Sea, sounding the sound of a powerful jet engine, it's going all the way to the US.

However, the flight of the passenger plane could not be considered normal. Because multiple fighters were flying a little further behind the passenger plane. I didn't make a near miss, and in fact, it doesn't mean that the passenger plane is escorted by a dedicated presidential plane. Fully armed fighters fly to target the rear of ordinary passenger aircraft for one reason.

In the worst case scenario, to shoot down the country before it gets damaged. A passenger plane hijacked by terrorists is no different than a flying shell with a huge mass, but therefore.

Yes, the passenger plane was currently being hijacked by terrorists. How he brought in his arms was dominated by different tensions and fears on board by terrorists with pistols in their hands.

"Hey, you..."

As everyone pressed silently and just waited for this hour of terror to pass, he stole the eyes of the patrolling terrorists and called in a small voice to the young man next door, whose passenger businessman sandwiched the aisle.

A small piece of paper was thrown into Passat's lap shortly afterwards as he raised his face slightly so that the youth could not stand out and turned a chilling glance toward the businessman he had called upon.

The young man turns his gaze on the businessman like he was jealous, but at that time, the businessman looks down and fits perfectly in his seat as if nothing had happened already.

The young man spread a piece of paper folded in his palm, noting the terrorists patrolling him, remembering the feeling of cold sweat transmitting his back bell.

- 17: 35.

That's the only piece of paper written. Normally, it wouldn't make sense, but the young man felt the shock as if he had run on his body even with the current. I guessed. That that time is enough time that things on board may change dramatically.

Chirali and a young man with a gaze at the businessman next door. The businessman, too, nodded small and cocky when he did not move his face and pointed only at his gaze. That means that the businessman has the will to launch a counterattack to solve this hijacking case.

Perhaps it's turning to other people as well as youth. I don't know who started spinning it, but anyone who sent out this letter should be expecting one or more people to respond.

I'm sure that was a slight guess of what the terrorists were up to, but a late, one or eight bet. In recent news, the topic of suicide bombings is irrelevant. The appearance of the terrorists is clearly unique to the country to which the famous terrorist organisations are reported day in and day out. Then even for the purpose of hijacking this plane, the worst anticipation can be made.

The young man snorted cocklessly at the businessman, scolding his heart, which was about to shrivel in fear, if he could die anyway. And to increase one of his courageous allies, he sneaked a piece of paper with a counterattack time to the others.

Eventually, in a plane dominated by creepy silence, the clock held by the passengers tries to usher in that time. Tensions that increase in clarity. In the youth and next door, a businessman is wiping his forehead sweat. The feeling was well understood by the youth as well. Our fate may be decided in a few minutes. It is not a concurrent tension. Young people themselves remember the feeling of their bodies getting cold with sweat flowing on their backs and neck muscles.

And, at that time, the rear of the plane became touchy. Anger and screaming, and the shooting sounds of pan. The youth's blood caught my attention. It finally started.

Youth and businessmen, as well as several men - fathers with families and old men who seem to be riding couples - also ask for opportunities while keeping their faces up to tension.

And the moment a terrorist noticed the anomaly in the rear of the plane rushed out to leave the holding area while saying something,

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

"Hold him down."

"Take the gun."

The passengers who showed up were raised simultaneously. Tackling one of the terrorists with his back, he desperately holds down the hand of a man who falls but doesn't let go of his gun. The other terrorist also fell to the floor, assembled from side to side by a father with a family who was right next door the moment he turned his gaze toward his fellow defeated.

The plane becomes noisy. At the same time, hopes began to spread among the passengers that the terrorists might be able to remain in control.

but

Pan.

And, one gunshot sounds, and at the same time, a businessman who was holding back terrorists groans and falls in. One more shot. The gunshot sounded pungent, and a father with a family who was holding another terrorist down screamed and fell.

As soon as possible, he punches other passengers, shoots more pistols, and the terrorists get up spitting evil. Likewise, if the young man shot in the leg circled his gaze with a distressed voice, there was a flight attendant with a small pistol there.

"Oh no... how..."

A youth leaks a voice of confusion. That should be it, too. Because the flight attendant was a blonde-haired white man who, no matter how he saw it, was different from the nationalities of the terrorists.

The passengers assumed from the appearance of the terrorists and the daily reports that it was an organization made up entirely of only the races of the country, but in fact it was not necessarily the race of the country because it took the means to kidnap people from various countries to brainwash them and return them to their countries of origin to cooperate in terrorist activities.

"Father, Father"

Hold on tight.

I heard voices caring about the cheapness around screaming. Seeing, a young girl and her mother are taking over and crying to the father with the shot family.

Terrorist men, who were spitting ill on the passenger rebellion and sprinkling a proper eight hits, walked over with such an ugly look to see how the family was or no, and to say that they had found a good show object.

"The sin of not letting our generosity to share an honorable death is heavy. Family members, just die senseless."

A terrorist man pointed the muzzle at his family. The shot father is desperately trying to shelter his daughter and mother, even though he has a faded look over bleeding.

Everyone visioned the tragic end of the family. With this public execution, the rebellion is planted on the passengers as a total failure.

but when a terrorist man tried to pull the trigger, a gunshot was accidentally fired from the rear of the plane. A terrorist man who stops moving by the sound of it. But I guess I'm doing the same thing in the rear of the plane, trying to pull the trigger immediately.

Immediately afterwards, again, a continuous firing sound. I stop moving again, thinking I've been flashy for a long time. At that time, the terrorists on the scene did not suspect that a show was taking place even in the rear of the plane.

Anyway, we're laying low on the rear of the plane with our brainwashed collaborators from other countries, so we can ambush them no matter what, and the number of people we've positioned is higher than the front of the plane. I thought it was because of the continuous shooting and the many bloodthirsty people.

"Whoa, what are you doing? Those guys."

"... oh. You would shoot too many boulders. What are you going to do if a stray bullet breaks a window?"

The terrorist men looked at each other in surprise. The cause is a terrible shooting noise that still resonates.

The terrorist's aim is a special attack on the U.S. capital on a hijacked plane. Until then, we couldn't crash the fuselage, so we were also careful when using guns. Nonetheless, the shooting noise I hear from the rear of the plane now is as if I can't feel that consideration, that's the kind of shooting that goes crazy in death.

"Hey, Nadim, Karim, what are you doing? Report the situation."

Since the compartment blocks the view between the rear of the plane, it is not possible to understand the situation with direct vision. That's why I was the terrorist guy I contacted on the comms, but all I hear is, "It can't be! What, that haha" only a mixed voice of fear and confusion and unknown meaning with agitation.

"Hey, Nadim! What the hell is going on! Report it."

"Woman, it's impossible! Guns don't work. Blonde Oodle - '

The voice of a man called Nadim was interrupted. At the same time, the fierce shooting stops perfectly.

Creepy silence engulfed the plane.

A terrorist man staring at a comms plane signals the flight attendant with his gaze with another man. The two nodded and pointed the gun at the compartment from the rear of the plane.

"This is Youssef. Sayid. What happened to the Nadims? What the hell's going on over there?

Communications came in from fellow terrorists occupying the cockpit. The cockpit door is closed tightly and a meeting is held in advance to prevent anything from happening on board. So a terrorist named Youssef would never come out of the cockpit, but the communication itself would come in, so he couldn't ignore it and asked for a report.

It should be noted that, normally, Youssef was able to break into a sturdy cockpit that could never be opened during the flight because he had taken the pilot's family hostage in advance. Even though the pilot was forced to make a bitter choice, knowing that he would be killed anyway, and understanding that it would only make things worse, he was finally followed when he was shown footage of his young son being poked at by a knife and actually hurting his yawa skin. It was the pilot who brought the gun into the plane and opened the cockpit.

"I don't know. I'll check now."

Sayid, who said so, tries to approach the compartment to the rear of the plane with his gun in place.

but before that, the cause of the anomaly came from the other side. A slight fingertip peeked from the edge of the compartment and opened it unconstructively.

"Ooh."

……

Said, for a moment, forgot the situation and brought an exclamation. The other terrorist man, too, is silent, but opens his eyes wide and reveals his consternation.

What appeared from the rear of the plane was an immortal girl of biscuit dolls that twitched the blonde hair of Yulufu and narrowed the eyes of the red balls into a thread. Needless to say, Yue the girl mode that person.

We have embarked on this hijacked plane on a space transfer in order to trample on all of the terrorists' scuffs and render all of their actions meaningless.

Yue's eyes, in turn, tour the terrorists. Sayid, with a good gaze, felt her body temperature rise against a girl she could only see in her early teens. No matter how you look, you're supposed to look like a little girl, but the atmosphere that wraps around you is luscious itself. It's like a feather worm lured by a moth light, and if you lose your mind, you're going to attack her fluttering as it is.

Yue turned her gaze to his shivering family at Sayid's feet. The family also stares at the girl of sudden beauty.

"... it's okay"

Yue smiled and gave such words to the young girl who clings to her father. And as it is, he walks into his family without any vigilance.

In that too defenseless appearance, Sayid turned his gaze to the rear of the open compartment. There...

"What, what. What are you doing... Carlo"

There was a sight of a fellow terrorist standing on his knees and strangling himself. He seems unconscious already, peeling his white eyes and blowing bubbles from his mouth. Too, it was a different sight.

"... not far from Kaori, but this much is fine"

Said regains me to that voice that echoed from his feet. Happily I lowered my gaze, and there was a figure of Yue holding his hand against his shot father and a figure of his father wrapped in a pale golden light. As if it were also regenerating backwards, the blood spilled out to his father's wound returns and the wound is visibly blocked. The bullet that was entering the body was also pushed out of the wound and fell into the pot. The mother and daughter stare at the sight of the miracle.

Yue stood up softly, seeing the wound completely blocked. Just in front of Sayid. Sayid's head is already messed up because of the series of sightings he witnessed.

Still, only the fact that the too beautiful girl in front of us is a threat to us moved her body at will, due to years of training and experience in terrorist activities. He pointed the muzzle at Yue's head and stuck it in his face.

"Oh, what the hell..."

"... because you guys are fine"

I've been stuck at the muzzle, and the way it moved, there's no fine dust. Rather than, Sayid's expression attracts me to Yue, who doesn't even look conscious.

Yue, not adhering as if to such a sayid, still waved her fingertips like tact to shake the golden light. That way, businessmen, young people, and other passengers involved in the insurgency who were seriously injured dying will heal the wounds just as they did earlier. On the contrary, even those that were already desperate revived their heartbeat and regained consciousness.

For the passengers, that's just a miracle sight.

But it's a nightmare sight for the terrorists.

Therefore,

"Come on, you monster"

Punch, Sayid pulled the trigger, and the bullet jumped out with a yue eye hanging. Shooting from close range that cannot be removed. Everyone thought of the sight of a girl who manifested a miracle dying with her brain marrow scattered from her head.

But...

"Damn...... stupid"

The bullet had stopped perfectly in the space in front of Yue. In the air with nothing, it floats as if it had been taken by something soft, without shaking.

Yue's gaze turned to Sayid again. No emotions floating around, inorganic eyes. The moment I saw it, Sayid was made to understand it irrevocably. For the girl in front of me, she said it was not worth as much as the stone on the side of the road. There's no point in being born, living is only harmful, it just gets eliminated as being in the way and disappears without anyone looking at you... that's what it is.

"Uh-oh."

denied existence itself. To that fear, to humiliation, Sayid's spirit was decimated. Close range, selflessly obsessed and continues to pull the trigger. Along with that, another terrorist and flight attendant also opened fire with a yue eye hanging.

The passengers scream. But that's just for a little while too. If you see the sight of all dozens of bullets staying in the air, mainly Yue, the screams will gradually disappear as well.

The Saids desperately swapped magazines and continued to pull the trigger until they had shot out all the bullets they wore.

That's how the ruthless sound of kachin sounds. A pistol that wouldn't move while it was sliding was ending. Meanwhile, Yue, who didn't move at all, slowly swept his gaze towards Sayid and the others. The bullets that were floating around Yue fell simultaneously and scattered all over the floor. And a word.

"... so?

"Eh."

"Ugh..."

"Hih."

Sayid and the others retreated. Gotri's pistol falls to the floor. Their eyes already had nothing but fear.

"You, you, what the..."

"... I don't need to know. Don't dare, 'shut up'"

"Eh."

Sayid puckers his mouth trying to find out who Yue is. The moment Yue told me to shut up, I lost my voice. As Sayid glances, Yue releases more words.

"... 'Kneel'"

Simultaneously, the kneeling, stiff Saids. There, of the stop- "Divine Word".

"... 'Tighten your own neck, slowly'"

Until the end, Yue's red-eyed eyes never got on the color of their emotions to themselves. That was the last sight Sayid and the others saw.

Yue's gaze is the last enemy. It is directed towards terrorists occupying the cockpit. And I'm just trying to walk over and say it doesn't matter what sturdy doors you separate.

Dogo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o.

"Eh."

An awesome shock and roar struck the plane. Immediately after, the fuselage goes down hard and the oxygen mask falls apart and over the head. A scream came from the passengers. The guests in the seats at the rear of the aircraft witnessed an awesome burst of black smoke from both wings of the plane, fading their faces all at once.

Apparently, all four engines on board the passenger aircraft have been blown up. Should it be a miracle that the wings themselves are safe? Or above the calculations?

Yue's gaze narrows softly towards the cockpit. The cause was obvious. The last terrorist activated the bomb he was planting after deciding, due to an anomaly on board, that it was highly official that he could not continue to attack the U.S. capital.

Truth be told, the hijacked passenger aircraft Yue boarded and controlled can now be the third. I guess Yusef's judgment, which is too funny, is for the idea that there are other hijacking planes, even if his hijacked fuselage can't achieve its purpose. Rather than being completely subdued and reclaimed, the intention is to crash the aircraft itself, the vast majority of U.S. passengers, to bring some tragedy to the United States. It didn't destroy the fuselage directly, and the engine was the only one, I guess, because in some places I thought I could do more damage from the crash.

"...... this is my fault. The form fits."

So Yue, speaking to himself, immediately after, "disappeared from the plane by heaven's presence.

"Am I dreaming?

It was the pilot chasing him away to the passenger plane who grumbled so in an abrupt manner. From the radio, there's a voice asking for a status report, but I can't even afford to answer that.

But blaming it would be a little harsh. Because at the end of his gaze there was an insanely extreme sight of a passenger jetting up black smoke at once lowering altitude but continuing to fly in a golden light at the next moment.

More importantly, nailing the pilot's gaze, it was the figure of a single girl, standing on its fuselage, who was stunned. A man stood on a high-altitude passenger plane - even though it was just a matter of questioning his sanity, the girl was wrapped in a golden light, just like the fuselage, spreading a pair of shining wings further from her back.

You noticed the pilot's gaze, the golden girl - Yue turns to you. And I smiled all the time. - The fighters rocked. The pilot is holding his chest like he was shot through something. You should grip the joystick quickly.

With his gaze back in front, Yue walked straight over the fuselage, normally walking out as if there was no wind resistance or temperature influence, and stepped down in front of the cockpit.

"Oh, girl? No, but, eh?

"Come on, come on."

The captain is bleeding out of his head and Youssef has been an interesting face for a long time. The deputy captain had fallen after being shot. Still seems to have a hard time breathing, but keep that for a few minutes or something. Yue pointed her fingertips softly at the deputy captain, also wrapped in the golden light.

As soon as possible, the deputy captain is wrapped in pale light to heal the wound.

"Oh, you guys. This monster."

I raise my anger with a trembling voice, perceiving why Youssef is no longer in touch with his fellow passengers on board. And he tried to pull the trigger by pointing his pistol at Yue outside the cockpit. We're going to crash this plane anyway. Now I don't even care enough to break the cockpit window.

However,

"... 'Don't Move'"

"Eh."

Naturally, I can stop the movement lightly. The captain blacks and whites his eyes at Youssef, who is as hardened as a stone. And the next moment, Youssef's figure scratched out.

Yue transferred it. That Youssef appeared directly above the fuselage, which from the cockpit is a dead end. Yes, it appeared on the outside of a jumbo jet flying at speeds of hundreds of kilometers an hour over an altitude of 8,000 metres. It also leaned back as if it were being crucified, hands wide spread, and tightened to the fuselage perfectly.

"... I hope you die frozen"

Youssef opens his eyes wide. Normally, you would lose consciousness instantly, but because of the cold and oxygen supply, it's not so easy to die.

Yue flew backwards fluttered. It's a flight with golden wings glistened and relative velocity with the plane, so from the captain's point of view and the vice captain's regained consciousness, a girl would appear to be floating unconsciously in front of the flying fuselage.

To the two staring at themselves, Yue smiled,

"... good luck"

That's what I said and disappeared.

Even after Yue disappeared, the fuselage remained wrapped in a golden light. There's only one engine running, but it doesn't mean you can't keep altitude. The difficulty of maneuvering is increasing, but wonder, the agony of crashing did not float.

"... William. I'm a sinner."

"Captain......"

If the captain said so in a squeezing voice while gripping the joystick, the deputy captain, William, had an indescribably complicated look. In his interactions with terrorists, he suspects that the captain's family was kidnapped, injured and threatened in front of him. I was dying because I saw the look on the face of the bitter captain, and I didn't let William speak a curse.

To William like that, the captain tells.

"But to me, a sinner, God tells me to live. Good luck and tell them to get the passengers out safely. If you're not convinced, let's shut up and entrust the maneuver. But if..."

"Captain. I have a family, too. I'm not sure my son would give priority to passengers if he had the same eye."

William blocked the captain's words along the way. And he nodded with a serious look as he returned to the co-pilot's seat. That, more eloquently than words, once again, told us that we would leave this opportunity to the captain.

"... thank you. This is my last flight. Whatever it is, let it land safely."

"It's okay, Captain. Anyway, we have the protection of the goddess."

"Oh, yeah"

The captain crooked his face. It was a complex look mixed with relief and regret, gratitude and apology and all sorts of other emotions.

(Goddess. Please do not hesitate. my family... how about that?)

The captain couldn't help but pray so before the miracle he saw.

Half a day after that, the captain, who was under circumstance hearing, learns that his family was helped by a rabbit beauty as the airport raved about the unprecedented event of a worn plane safely landing in a golden light. And he became an ardent believer in the golden goddess and the rabbit beauty.