Yor's Troubles

Hearing that, Ran Mouri rushed over first, grabbed Yor's hand, and fired off questions in delighted surprise:

"Really, Yor? When did it happen? Where is he from? What does he do? How did none of us know?"

The questions drove Yor into a corner. Her cheeks burned, and she could only stammer, "It... it was a year ago... He... he's from out of town... He's a... a..." She wished the ground would swallow her whole.

A female coworker beside them immediately suggested, "This is wonderful! Let's celebrate Yor's marriage with a party at my place this weekend!"

"Yor, you have to bring your husband! We all want to meet him!"

Yor's mind went blank. She could only nod mechanically. "O-okay..."

At lunchtime, Yor was still agonizing over where to find a husband.

"Yor, Lady Samui wants to see you," a coworker called from the doorway.

Yor's heart tightened. Not daring to delay, she went straight to her superior's office.

Samui looked as calm and capable as ever. Sitting behind her desk, she looked up at Yor as she entered, a rare note of surprise in her voice. "I hear you got married, Yor?"

Yor blushed and lowered her head. "Y-yes, Lady Samui. A year ago."

"A year ago?" Samui thought back. "I remember you took three months of sick leave after a mission around then."

She studied Yor thoughtfully. "You're in good health, I take it?" She meant whether marriage and childbirth would affect Yor's missions.

Yor straightened at once, recovering some of her ANBU composure. "Absolutely! Marriage will not affect my ability to work or my loyalty!"

"Good." Samui nodded, then continued in a businesslike tone. "In that case, bring your husband to the Review Department next Monday for a routine screening."

"A screening?" Yor froze.

"Of course." Samui's