Spy and Assassin

Kabuto Yakushi's heart lurched at those words. What sharp powers of observation! Was this the caliber of a Special Jonin from Kumogakure?

Her awareness of someone's gaze and her surroundings rivaled that of a professional counterintelligence agent. Konoha's administrative ninja of the same rank probably couldn't come close!

An appropriately embarrassed, apologetic look appeared on his face. He bowed slightly. "I—I'm terribly sorry! That was rude of me."

"I only thought you were very beautiful, miss, with a distinctive air about you. I couldn't help looking a little longer. I meant no harm. Please forgive my forwardness."

Kabuto Yakushi played the part of an ordinary man caught staring, embarrassed but unable to hold back a sincere compliment.

"Me, beautiful?" Yor was visibly stunned. It seemed few men had ever used that word to describe her.

She looked down at her plain clothes, then touched her face. Disbelief flashed in her eyes, along with a sudden, urgent hope.

What happened next left even a seasoned Super Spy like Kabuto Yakushi dumbstruck.

Yor abruptly stepped forward and seized his hand. Tilting her face up, she asked with utter seriousness and a hint of do-or-die resolve:

"Sir! If you think I'm beautiful, would you please marry me?!"

"Huh?!"

Kabuto Yakushi froze. For an instant, his mind went completely blank.

Mar... marry her?! What... what was going on?!

He had imagined countless ways to approach her, test her, and establish a connection, even a clichéd rescue.

But he had never imagined that his target would propose to him outright, with no buildup, the very first time they met!

It was beyond every script he had followed in decades of espionage!

Just then, the fitting-room curtain swished open. Anya, now wearing a little red dress, came bouncing out.

"Father! Anya's changed! Does Anya look pretty?"