The room still hadn’t recovered from the shock of the President’s entrance when Touya suddenly leapt to his feet.
“Hey, Trump!
How’ve ya been?” Touya grinned like he was greeting an old sparring partner.
Gasps rippled through the room.
Several agents nearly choked on their drinks.
Tom’s jaw practically hit the floor.
Trump, dead serious at first, raised a hand.
“Boy… we’re in public.
No friendly attitude.”
Touya froze, hands up in mock surrender.
“…Okay.”
Then, almost in unison, both of them cracked a laugh.
The agents blinked in disbelief.
“Wha—what the hell is happening here?” someone muttered.
A rookie leaned over to Tom.
“Why’s Touya acting so… buddy-buddy with the President of the United States?!”
Tom exhaled, a sly smile tugging his lips.
“Because he can.
You see… Touya isn’t just some reckless kid Interpol picked up.
He’s the CEO and founder of Krown.”
The room went silent.
“You mean the company behind that phone commercial during the World Cup?!” another agent blurted.
“The one with the line—”
“I’ll wreck the world,” Tom cut in, quoting it perfectly.
“Yeah.
That one.
Guess who permitted that ad to air worldwide?
The man standing over there.” He jerked a thumb at Trump.
“And guess who sent Touya to Interpol?
Trump again.
On request.
Direct order.”
Every agent froze, staring at Touya as if they were meeting him for the first time.
Even Amy’s mouth hung open.
Touya, oblivious to the ripple he caused, simply stretched and muttered, “Alright, enough gawking.
Back to work.”
But Trump gestured toward the door.
“Walk with me.”
He turned back.
“I’ll be right there, guys.”
The camp remained in stunned silence as the two figures left.
Outside, the air was crisp.
Trump adjusted his tie, voice lowering.
“Let’s hurry up.
I want to see this Kyle you’ve tamed.
Word is… he ran Europe’s underworld.
Some even say he could’ve gone to war with the U.S.
and not won, but still left a scar.” A sharp smile cut across his face.
“I like him already.
Just like we discussed on the phone—I’ve made everything ready.”
Touya smirked.
“Good.
He’s been waiting.”
The scene shifted to the Phantom hideout.
Kyle was already standing outside, bags slung over his shoulder, eyes sharp but restless.
When headlights cut through the alley, relief washed over his face.
He stepped forward.
“What took you so long, boss?
I’ve been—” He stopped mid-sentence, eyes widening at the figure stepping out of the car.
“Wait… is that…?”
Touya clapped him on the shoulder.
“Kyle, meet Trump.”
The two shook hands.
Trump’s presence was heavy, but Kyle didn’t flinch.
After a brief exchange of harmless chatter, then suddenly Touya’s tone grew serious.
“Kyle.
Your training starts tomorrow.
One year in the U.S.
military.”
Confusion grew on Kyle’s face.
“You’ll be among their war group—the ones deployed to active battlefields around the world to help country at war and also during the world war that is coming up soon”
the phantoms and Kyle looked shocked at the mention of a world war but
Touya told him not to think about it too much, he then whispered in his ear
“during the world war by any means possible go to Russia” Kyle looked confused but trusting Touya said “ok”.
Touya continued “Learn how to fight.
Learn how to survive.
And above all…Awaken!.” You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Kyle blinked, taken aback.
“Awaken?”
“Sounds crazy now, doesn’t it?” Touya said with a smirk.
“Just remember it.
A year from now, you’ll understand.”
He opened the car trunk, revealing two military uniforms: one U.S.
standard camo, the other black and silver, with the Krown logo stitched on the chest.
“Around this time one year come back to Europe and put your men in order settle things here then on—September 12th—you come to Interpol UN headquarters,
Don’t announce yourself.
Don’t speak.
Just start tearing through Interpol’s defenses.
Break bones, burst through walls—find me.
Then, when you reach me, we’ll fight again.” Touya lifted Kyle’s weapon, the hybrid gun.
“By then, this baby will be upgraded.
That’s when we move at full speed—destination, the throne.”
Kyle stood there, silent, the weight of the moment pressing down.
Finally, he nodded.
“Understood.”
The Phantoms crowded behind him, their eyes watering.
Some begged him not to go.
Others bowed their heads.
Their boss, their General, was leaving.
Touya raised a hand.
“Lay low until the year’s over.
The world won’t forget you—but they don’t need to see you.
When Kyle returns, you’ll rise again.”
Kyle entered the car.
As the engine roared, the Phantoms cried out.
It wasn’t a farewell—it was a promise of return.
Inside the car, Trump glanced at Kyle.
“What did Touya mean by awaken?”
Kyle stared out the window.
“…I don’t know.”
Trump smirked faintly.
“Is that so.”
The silence carried them forward, heavy but determined.
At the camp, Touya watched the car disappear, then whispered under his breath, “Not goodbye… just goodbye for now.”
He turned back, cracking his knuckles.
“Time to see Griffith”