Senya only felt that he was having a hard time keeping it together right now. Seriously.
What was he supposed to do? His expression was about to crack. He really wanted to laugh, but he had never received this kind of professional training. He was about to lose it.
Finally, after holding out for more than ten seconds, he burst out laughing as he watched Konan's increasingly confident gaze and posture.
Konan stared blankly at the cheerfully laughing Senya, completely baffled. What was so funny about this?
Come on, weren't they discussing something very serious!?
"Alright, Konan. I wanted to wait for a better time to tell you this, but I really can't hold it in anymore."
After hearing that, Konan felt her mind fill with fog. What could there possibly be between her and him? Could he really be Masked Brother's descendant?
At that moment, Senya and Hikari exchanged a knowing look. Then, under Konan's watchful eyes, they each pulled out two identical masks from their clothes.
When Konan saw those familiar masks, her eyes widened slightly on their own, and her heart was shaken to the core.
Her voice trembled.
"Could it be... you are..."
Senya nodded as well. Ah, he finally did not have to pretend anymore. This was exhausting...
"That's right, I am..."
"Masked Brother's son!"
"Your Masked Brother."
"..."
They spoke words neither of them had expected at the same time.
Senya was shocked: How did I become my own son?
Konan was shocked: He's so young. How could he be Masked Brother?
"No, but your age..."
Her CPU was overheating too. How could more than ten or twenty years have passed without his age changing at all?
Could it be some youth-preserving ninjutsu, like Konoha's Hokage Tsunade?
More importantly, she still found it hard