Chapter 9: Chapter Nine: May Amaterasu Protect Us

A clear voice rang out.

Instantly, Wang Zun froze, and Mori Tian Takeshi and the others stood stunned.

????

Hijacking?

The passengers wore blank expressions.

What’s going on now? What’s this supposed to be?

Wasn’t it supposed to be a high school student saving people? How did it turn into a hijacking…

Everyone couldn’t help but turn to Wang Zun.

A high school student hijacked a plane??

…

Outside NH137’s cabin.

Around it, police cars formed a ring, with over a hundred officers standing guard, surrounding NH137 like a wall.

Inside the aircraft, SAT personnel stood ready, fully equipped.

The scene was massive—no one, not even a fly, could escape.

Section Chief Saito raised a loudspeaker and spoke clearly, attempting to persuade the hijackers to surrender their weapons.

His words ended.

No response came from NH137.

It seemed the hijackers had no intention of giving up.

Seeing this, Section Chief Saito frowned slightly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

He summoned the SAT team leader:

“Once more, I’ll try to reason with them. If the criminals still don’t respond, storm in—careful not to harm any innocent people. Subdue them in the shortest, fastest time possible.”

“Hai!”

The fully armed SAT team leader nodded, pressed a button on his earpiece, and issued orders.

Immediately after.

Section Chief Saito raised the loudspeaker, took a deep breath, and said: “Those inside the hijacked plane, listen—you are surrounded. You…”

Click!

The cabin door of NH137.

Suddenly opened.

Swish-swish—over a hundred officers simultaneously flipped open their gun safeties, raised their pistols, and aimed at NH137’s cabin door.

The entire process took less than a second.

Even the SAT personnel aboard NH137, ready to act, stiffened their bodies, fixed their gaze, raised their weapons, and raced through every possible emergency scenario in their minds.

The media reporters watching the scene also tensed up.

“Quick, quick—point the camera at the door!”

Outside the airport fence, onlookers held binoculars, holding their breath, eyes locked on the door.

Not a single blink.

Afraid to miss any detail.

Time seemed to freeze in that instant.

All eyes focused on the door.

Not a breath stirred.

Inside and outside the airport, silence reigned—even dust in the air seemed audible.

The door opened.

Someone stepped out.

Instantly, everyone’s tension spiked to its peak, eyes wide and fixed.

“Don’t shoot! It’s me—I’m Mori Tian Takeshi, a police inspector from the Metropolitan Police Department. Here’s my credentials.”

There, Mori Tian Takeshi raised both hands, holding a credential.

The credential was black, bearing a golden cherry blossom emblem.

“Quick, quick—zoom in, focus on that credential!”

A media voice shouted, rapid and urgent, desperate to see the credential clearly.

If the person stepping out was truly an inspector…

The news impact would rise another notch.

Because the hijacking incident would now head toward two directions with massive consequences.

It would strike the Japanese government and trigger fierce negative public backlash.

First possibility.

An inspector from the Metropolitan Police Department was aboard the hijacked NH137—implying how ruthless the criminals were, even overpowering an inspector.

At that point, the Metropolitan Police Department would be shamed.

Online and offline, there would surely be public outcry like: “If they can’t even handle one hijacker, how incompetent is the police department?”

Second possibility.

An inspector stepped out from the hijacked NH137—and he was the first one out.

Could it be…

That this inspector is the hijacker himself?

If that guess proved true, the result wouldn’t be mere shame—it would be a massive stain.

At that point, the Metropolitan Police Department’s public influence and social perception would turn sharply negative.

Whether the first or second possibility, both were extremely damaging to the Metropolitan Police Department.

All police present turned grim-faced.

The camera focused.

“It’s the police emblem—yes, that’s the inspector’s credential!”

Those watching on TV and those at the airport all saw and confirmed the credential.

At that moment,

Mori Tian Takeshi stepped out with both hands raised, shouting:

“Don’t shoot! It’s all a misunderstanding!”

He paused slightly, scanning the surroundings.

Dozens of police cars, over a hundred officers, a crowd of media—all gathered.

Clearly,

The situation had escalated to an enormous scale.

Mori Tian Takeshi smiled bitterly inwardly, a flicker of hesitation deep in his eyes, then hardened into resolve—he took a deep breath:

“NH137 was not hijacked. It’s all a false report. Please listen to my explanation.”

His voice was deep, full of power.

It echoed across the entire scene.

Immediately after, Mori Tian Takeshi rapidly recounted the entire sequence of events.

He especially emphasized the error in the 7700 code.

Suddenly, after Section Chief Saito’s first loudspeaker announcement,

Wang Zun and the others were first confused, then puzzled—until Deputy Captain Nakano suddenly realized something, ran back to the cockpit, and finally spotted the transponder code.

He himself had entered the wrong code.

And as Mori Tian Takeshi revealed the code error…

Section Chief Saito froze, his eyelids twitching violently.

The officers’ pistols nearly slipped from their hands; some nearly panicked and pulled the trigger, firing accidentally.

In front of TV screens:

“Huh?” A glasses-wearing student holding his phone, watching the live broadcast.

Hearing Mori Tian Takeshi’s words, his glasses tilted sideways, nearly falling off, his gaze blank.

“Pfft!” Someone drinking soda.

Hearing Mori Tian Takeshi’s words, he spat out his drink, mouth agape.

…

At the same moment, everyone watching the TV broadcast was stunned, faces filled with shock and absurdity.

In the sky:

Fujihiro Shoji and Nishinari Ken nearly lost control of the plane, on the verge of crashing from the shock of the truth.

A farce!

A colossal farce!

Those in front of TVs and at the airport were stunned by this unprecedented hijacking hoax.

Mori Tian Takeshi’s words revealed the truth of the farce.

A bird strike killed the captain, injured the deputy’s eyes, causing the code error.

Suddenly!

Someone observant suddenly realized and picked out the key point from Mori Tian Takeshi’s words.

Wait!

The captain is dead; the first officer is injured.

Then who flew the plane?

At this moment, Mori Tian Takeshi’s voice came through.

“I swear on my honor and my police rank—everything I say is true.

Because I witnessed every moment of it: from the moment the plane crashed and took off, to watching Kamikawa Mitsu and Nakano, the first officer, pilot the aircraft…”

He told everyone that the code had malfunctioned, and only now had they discovered it.

It wasn’t due to their carelessness.

On the contrary, they had never been careless—or rather, they were so focused on flying the plane that they overlooked entering the transponder code incorrectly.

Because they had encountered too many dangers.

These dangers were worlds apart from the mistake of entering the transponder code.

That’s why, after entering the code, they didn’t bother to check whether it was correct.

The crises they faced were too dire; they had no time to pay attention.

He recounted the entire sequence: from the captain’s death, the plane losing control and ascending, to its drifting landing.

And as the truth emerged,

Saito, the director, who had always been composed and expressionless, lost all coldness—only stunned silence and blank bewilderment remained.

Not just him—all those present, whether SAT personnel or journalists—

Were frozen in place.

As they listened to NH137’s ordeal, their hearts pounded with each danger, their throats felt as if a burning coal were lodged inside, their bodies flushed, and they could not speak.

For a person to experience even one in-flight danger is rare.

But NH137 didn’t just experience one—it went through every possible aviation disaster.

“I… NH137 surviving is nothing short of Amaterasu’s protection!” A journalist, stunned, nearly swore—but found no curse strong enough to capture his emotions, and swallowed it back.

“It’s not just protection—it’s that they spent a lifetime’s worth of good karma in a single day.”

“They actually survived this…”

“These NH137 people are unbelievably lucky—if they took this luck to the racetrack, they’d win every bet!” A gambler watching on TV had bloodshot eyes, his heart trembling—both awestruck and envious.

Since NH137’s incident, less than an hour had passed.

Yet it had drawn tens of thousands of viewers.

At first, they tuned in just for the spectacle.

But after Mori Tian Takeshi revealed everything NH137 had endured, their casual curiosity vanished—every mind was stirred, every eye gleaming.

It was the glow of awe and curiosity.

They were stunned by NH137’s miraculous survival.

And even more curious about Kamikawa Mitsu.

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