Sprout Seedly— dw.

Being a hired bodyguard is quite... difficult. Years of grueling training, transforming your youthful body into a strong, masculine one. The ability to fight and transform completely useless objects, even a spoon, into weapons. This isn't just a job, it's a death sentence.

Sprout Sidley is a sought-after bodyguard. Silent, cool, and professional. He's saved many lives, but his services also come at a hefty price. He returned from every mission alive. A little battered, yes, but still just as professional.

But he clearly didn't expect this task.

His manager suddenly announced that a whopping five million had been deposited into their account. Sprout was about to take a long-awaited vacation, but these words stopped him. Five million? That was a hundred times the amount needed. Why such generosity? That's why.

The president himself forwarded them, tears in his eyes. He literally begged for help to save his twenty-year-old son, who had been kidnapped in broad daylight. It was clearly a targeted attack, and only Sprout could handle it.

Sprout spent most of the mission searching for Louis, the president's son. He sustained a couple of uninteresting wounds and found the poor guy in the basement of a luxurious mansion. He looked terrified.

• Quiet, I came to save you. Your father hired me.

Sprout removed the tape from Louis's mouth and began to untie the ropes on his wrists.