Hearing Kahn's and Azula's names, Tenzin froze for a moment, his expression turning somewhat strange. Seeing this, Lin Beifong immediately asked:
"What, you know them?"
"No. To be precise, Uncle Zuko called me not long ago and said that two relatives of his would be coming to Republic City soon. He hoped I could look after them a little, and the names he gave me were indeed Azula and Kahn."
"But..."
Looking at the two young people before him, who were about Korra's age, Tenzin said hesitantly:
"Uncle Zuko told me that not only were they his relatives, but the one named Kahn was also a good friend of my parents and your mother."
"Although I've never heard them mention that name, Uncle Zuko wouldn't lie to me."
Hearing this, Lin Beifong fixed her scrutinizing gaze on the two of them again and said pointedly:
"In other words, Azula and Kahn should be from our parents' generation, not a pair of brats who still smell of milk, right?"
"So, you two, do you have an explanation?"
Korra finally caught on as well. Looking at Kahn and Azula, she asked in bewildered suspicion:
"What's going on here? Are your identities fake?"
At this point, Tenzin's expression grew serious. He subtly blocked their retreat while Lin Beifong pressed forward aggressively, trapping Kahn and Azula between them, seemingly ready to strike at any moment.
Korra stood to one side, unsure what to do. Even if the two had impersonated someone else, the hardships and joys they had shared were real, leaving her torn.
Amid this tense atmosphere, however, Azula, one of the people at the center of it all, suddenly laughed. Seemingly unconcerned by the crisis before her, she turned to Kahn and teased:
"I have to say, hearing them put it that