Gee...how on earth do I manage to explain away the whole Takesushi-secret-past when they're being questioned by a bunch of idol-law-enforcement? By mangling logic as much as I can and preparing for an even bigger misunderstanding later in the future.
It's been a long, exhausting few days for the UA staff. Traditionally, this kind of investigation would go to a private hero firm – but given the proximity and All Might's presence, Nezu had pulled strings and had the medical files of the Takesushi family brought to them. Files that Ectoplasm is now handing out to the heroes, sat around the table of a conference room, in addition to the background research performed by their own interns.
"Let's start things off," Nezu begins. "Ectoplasm?"
The man slumps into his seat and picks up his file.
"Well, their background history is complete fiction," he says. "I called Namimori Middle, and while there is a record of their attendance, none of the teachers could remember any of them. Either through quirk, lack of quirk, or extracurriculars."
"They could have stayed under the radar?" Midnight offers, but Ectoplasm shakes his head.
"I had a few rookie heroes check all the middle schools in the area. None of them have won any significant games in baseball, or had much success in boxing, and the coaches all said that if they had anyone with talent, it would have stuck in their minds. Yamamoto Takeshi and Sasagawa Ryohei? Don't ring any bells. Nor does the school, or the local police department, remember one Gokudera Hayato."
"That's definitely condemning," Snipe mutters, and Ectoplasm nods.
"I also checked the records for any sushi restaurants that have closed in the last few years. Each one is accounted for – no trace of any owned by Yamamoto Tsuyoshi. Despite the fact that Namimori council do have a business licence and a former address for him."
"No doubt hacked and planted for security," Nezu says. "It would pass a surface check, but nothing else."
"That's the strange thing though," Ectoplasm says. "They went to a lot of effort to pass the electronic files, but the addresses they picked...they're weird."
"What do you mean?"
"There were plenty of streets Yamamoto could have claimed he had a restaurant in. High turnover, neighbourhoods with lousy filing, but he chose an address where there's been a gym for the past fifty years. Anyone who did a double check would have spotted it. And some of the kid's addresses aren't even in regional neighbourhoods. Why they picked them makes no sense."
"Actually, it gets weirder," All Might adds. "Don't forget, when Naomasa interviewed them, they all said they were from Namimori, and it rang true."
Everyone pauses at that.
"Is it possible they were speaking of another Namimori?" Power Loader offers, and Vlad King nods.
"Or part of an organisation using the name?"
"There's also a more sinister theory," Midnight says with a frown. "That it rings true because they themselves believe it. False memories implanted in moles."
"I doubt it," Present Mic is quick to argue. "If you can do that, you're going to put more effort into the backstory. Plenty of places where people fly under the radar, why go for one that's so easy to invalidate?"
By his side, still mostly swaddled in bandages, Eraser Head nods.
"Still, we can't rule it out. Personally, the idea that Namimori is not the town but a reference to something else seems the most likely."
Nezu nods.
"I agree. Especially when we look at the hospital records."
All of them turn the pages and look at the pages. There are x-rays, doctor's reports, and a lot of official documents allowing their release. Midnight's eyebrows are raised as she glances through them.
"How legal is it that we have all these?"
"When it comes to anything regarding the League of Villains, you'd be surprised what the government will give us," Nezu explains. "Regardless, the medical history paints a brutal tale."
He taps the top file. "Leave Sawada to last. The others?"
Ectoplasm grabs the records.
"Most of us are already familiar with one Dokuro Chrome after the Mall incident," he says. "Sasagawa Kyoko has nothing out of the ordinary in her file, and the youngest got a clean bill of health, although the doctors did note some irregularities."
"Fuuta?" Present Mic asks. "What's wrong?"
Ectoplasm shook his head. "Nothing major, but the doctors say he looked malnourished. His build and some of his bloodwork suggested he hadn't been allowed outside for several years. A reduced amount of vitamin D and atrophied muscle. He's young enough to bounce back, but it looks like he was under house arrest of some kind."
"He is known for having trouble controlling his quirk," Present Mic explains. "It's possible his original family didn't let him out until he could. It would be lousy, but not unheard of."
They all nod, and Nezu takes over.
"However, I can't say the same for the rest. Recovery Girl, you'll probably want to look over the other's more thoroughly."
The woman nods and puts her head down, and Ectoplasm picks up the file of the eldest Sasagawa.
"Now, as I said, Kyoko had no serious red flags, but her brother is difficult to gauge to his quirk," he starts. "There's definitely damage, but his quirk seems to result in some form of regeneration. It's next to impossible to tell how old or how bad most of his injuries were."
Everyone nods as they take in the notes. Sasagawa Ryohei does have quite a list of minor injuries – but he's also a boxer, and there's nothing immediately catching their eye-
"Fake teeth?" Vlad asks, pausing when he takes a closer look at the skull.
"Five of them," Recovery Girl says. "And while I'm not a dentist, and his quirk makes it hard to tell, they look like they're replacements for teeth that were knocked out, rather than damaged ones."
"Must have been one hell of a fight to lose five teeth," Power Loader notes. "Don't boxers wear mouth guards?"
"They do. In official matches," Recovery Girl says, voice dark.
"Easy, Recovery Girl," Nezu soothes. "Like you said, it's hard to say exactly when or how they were lost. It could very well have been an accident. Anything else of interest?"
"Just a lot of minor cracks, especially in his fists," she says. "But given his training, most of it was intentional. The only scar he has is on his face, and given its age, was probably caused before his quirk was activated."
They all nod, and move on.
"Our next target is a lot less tame," Ectoplasm says, flicking open the next file.
"Gokudera Hayato. Like Fuuta, also has a history of malnourishment in his childhood, but on a much heavier scale. He also has severe damage to several of his organs – it looks like he spent quite a bit of time being routinely poisoned. I think he's been subconsciously using his quirk internally – I can't see how he would otherwise be alive at this point."
Recovery Girl is openly growling. "I can't disagree. No wonder the boy smokes, this kind of damage probably makes eating difficult. The cigarettes likely kill off his appetite."
"He also has some old broken bones, minor burns, and several scars of varying intensity, although given his reputation for street fighting and explosives, they're not exactly red flags," Eraser Head interjects. "But these test results...what are we looking at?"
"Electrocution," Recovery Girl immediately mutters. "Most likely from a quirk, but it would be difficult to prove. Definitely more than once, and high enough that they were looking to injure, if not outright kill him. It certainly wasn't accidental – not unless he jumped head first into a generator."
Present Mic winces, and lifts up a sheet. "Not to make it worse, but he might not have been the only one. Yamamoto Takeshi has the exact same test result in his file."
The woman immediately abandons the file to look at the other teens, and the group shuffle through to follow.
"Huh, the doctors didn't quite seem to know what to make of some of this," Nezu muses. "The electrocution isn't as strong at that of Gokudera's, but his medical history is...odd."
Midnight gives a bitter laugh. "I'll say. He has bite marks on his arm that don't match any animal on record, which suggests it came from someone with a quirk. That arm's also been broken at least once, and...ow, major concussion. Did he actually crack his skull?"
"I've seen people with speed quirks with similar injuries," Eraser Head admits. "It's like he ran full speed into a wall head first."
"Or someone slammed him into one," Present Mic replies. "What do you think Recovery Girl?"
The woman doesn't reply, and the whole table turns to look at her.
"Shuzenji?" Nezu questions.
Recovery girl is staring at one of the X-rays, a finger frozen on the spine.
"Is something wrong?" Nezu continues.
"Can you not see it?" she asks, finger tapping on the X-ray, and everyone glances down.
All Might is the first to notice is, sucking in a breath at what he sees.
"Look at this," Recovery Girl says. "This boy, Yamamoto. Someone shattered his spine in the last few years."
Everyone pales – a few of them even sit back in surprise.
"He's one lucky son of a gun, if he managed to recover from that," Snipe offers. Recovery Girl immediately scoffs.
"Lucky? No, that injury is unrecoverable," she insists. "There isn't a surgeon or a treatment in the world who could have fixed this. He should be in a wheelchair, but he's walking?"
"Not just that. He's basically the star of the non-quirk baseball team at his school," Present Mic adds. Recovery Girl shakes her head.
"It's impossible. Even if it was an experimental surgery, there would be medical papers out now. I would have heard of it. I've scoured every spinal surgery and treatment on the planet ever since I was informed of Ingenium's condition, and this doesn't come close to anything I've seen."
"You're going to be visiting again?" Mic asks, voice heavy with dread, and Recovery Girl huffs.
"I want the Doctor's name," she warns. "I'd be impressed if they can find a way to argue against that, fake background or otherwise."
She then pulls up the last file.
"Do I dare ask?" she says. Nezu gives her a wry smile, and they all start scanning Sawada Tsunayoshi's file. A few glances in, and they're not even listening to Ectoplasm's overview.
It's terrifying. Sawada Tsunayoshi has had literally every bone in his body broken at least once. There are visible scars – a brutal X on his back being the most damming, and there is consistent muscle strain throughout his body as if he's been pushed to the brink and back on a regular basis. Somebody has put this kid through the wringer. Repeatedly.
"Is this really Fluffy's records?" Midnight mutters. "You sure as hell wouldn't know it to look at him."
Recovery Girl is looking at some handwritten notes provided by the doctors performing the tests with a look that could kill.
"If he hadn't already been a foster kid, they'd have been calling social services," she says. "This kind of damage is barely even seen in heroes."
At that, she jerks her head up and glares in All Might's direction. He makes a point to keep staring at the files.
"Where or what the hell did these kids run from?" Eraser Head snarls, and Present Mic is grimacing. His face has been dark ever since they'd started reading Takeshi's file.
"What about Yamamoto senior?" he risks asking, and isn't sure if he's relieved to find...nothing. At least, nothing too out of the ordinary for a swordsman and sushi chef. Mostly just minor scars from blades.
Internally, his mind is going over a dark thought. While Tsuyoshi has no major injuries, his son does. It was one thing for most of the kids to be injured, but the fact that his son has so much severe damage means Yamamoto can't be fully in the dark. He's not just a good Samaritan taking in troubled teens - he's involved somehow.
"Well, where does this leave us?" he asks, sagging in his seat. Nezu hums in reply.
"To be honest, not much better off than we started," he admits. "While we now know they're lying about their background, and these records are suspicious, there's nothing to show illegal activity. They're not in hero academics, so our authority is limited, and all evidence points to them trying to keep their heads down. What we really need is the truth – where they really came from."
He picks up Tsunayoshi's file again. "And more pressingly, we need more family history on young Sawada. If this is a family quirk, I want to know how nobody has ever heard of it. It can't have originated in Japan, or we would have some records of its existence."
"Italy would be our best bet," Ectoplasm offers. "Two of the kids have Italian roots but no relation. That can't be a coincidence."
Present Mic nods. "Yeah. I've heard them talking a couple of times too. Takeshi talks about a teacher every now and then, a Squalo something-or-other. It could definitely be an Italian name. Ryohei's mentioned western names a few times too."
"I'll put out feelers for a translator," Ectoplasm promises. "See what crops up. But perhaps we should see if we can pry anything from the source. Mic, do you think you can pry without making it obvious?"
Present Mic bites his cheek. "No promises," he says. "Yamamoto likes me, but they've been on edge ever since the incident. He can be loose-lipped, but they can clam up at the oddest times."
"I'll go," Yagi offers. "Given the circumstances, I feel like I'd be the best for asking these questions to young Sawada. I might have to reveal a few things about my own quirk, but it could be a good way to gain their trust."
"That's a risky move," Nezu warns, and Yagi shakes his head.
"I know," he admits. "But if what Sawada described regarding his quirk is true, they'll know if we're trying to pry. Being honest about our quirk's similarities might be enough to put him off guard and give us something new. Especially if he is related to...him."
Everyone goes sombre at that. If there's a polite way to broach that subject, they certainly don't know it.
"Do we know if the original One For All had any children?" Recovery Girl offers. "Or perhaps it's more benign? For all we know, this is what the stockpiling quirk was originally meant to do before it got stolen. It might even be that he's related to that quirk user instead."
"Perhaps," All Might says. "But there's no record of who the stockpiling quirk belonged to. It was long before quirk registration was a thing."
Ectoplasm leans back and nods. "Still, Shuzenji is right. Even if the quirk was taken, it would still be in the user's DNA. So any descendants would have it."
"Tread cautiously, All Might," Nezu warns, and Yagi nods.
"I know. I promise I'll be discreet."
While he might have sounded confident in the meeting, he's anything but when he walks through the door of Takesushi that evening. The restaurant is immaculate – one would never know it had been the site of siege earlier in the week – but it's still not open. Only the take out desk is available for now, and while Chrome is smiling, there's definitely wariness in her eyes.
"Good evening Yagi," she says. "Your usual?"
"Ah, I'm afraid not," he replies. "To be honest, I'm here for a more personal matter. Is Tsunayoshi here?"
Chrome sags, her eyelid closing slowly, before she points towards a booth in the empty restaurant.
"Please wait. I'll go get him."
From the reaction, it's clear the Takesushi inhabitants have suspected something along these lines, and Yagi gingerly takes a seat as the girl slips upstairs. He gives a short nod to Tsuyoshi, but his smile gets strained when the man points a point not to look at him.
He fights the urge to ask the question. At this point, the residents of Takesushi do not necessarily know that their history has been debunked, and treading too harshly right now could spook them. Which, if their reasons are benign, would be a cruel fate.
A few minutes later, after some rather loud muttering and several surprisingly loud bangs from upstairs, his target appears, shuffling down the stairwell with great reluctance.
It is truly phenomenal, the human ability to survive, Yagi thinks, as he watches Sawada Tsunayoshi walk towards him. If he hadn't seen the files personally, he would never guess this boy had suffered anything more than a paper cut. His clothes are baggy, and his face unassuming. For all intents and purposes, young Tsunayoshi looks like every other civilian on the street.
And yet, you could say the exact same about one Midoriya Izuku, and be completely incorrect.
"You wanted to talk to me?" Tsuna questions, sitting in the booth seat opposite him. Yagi tries to give him a reassuring smile, but from the way the teen's face strains, he's not certain he succeeds.
"Yes, it's regarding your quirk," he begins, inwardly sagging as he watches the boy wince.
"What's wrong with it now?" he all but whines, and Yagi squeaks, frantically waving his hands in front of him.
"Nothing! Absolutely nothing," he insists. "Your quirk is just fine. I just wanted to know more about it."
Tsuna frowns. "It's really not a big a deal," he says. "I don't get why everyone keeps reacting like this. Is it really that weird to have a stockpiling quirk?"
"No, but your particular quirk is...well, let me explain."
Yagi leans over the table, face grim.
"There is a stockpiling quirk that has been rather notorious in Japan," he explains. "It belonged to one of the worst villains to ever exist, and 'Harmonisation' is suspiciously similar to it."
Tsuna's eyes go impossibly wide, and Yagi blinks in shock as he suddenly thuds his head onto the table.
"Of course," he moans. "Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?"
"I swear, young Sawada, I'm not suggesting that you are a villain," Yagi urges. "But if heroes can make this comparison, so can the villains that you fought. You could be in great danger. I was hoping you could tell me more about its history. Do you know if anyone in your family line ever used it maliciously?"
Tsuna gives out another moan, mumbling something along the lines of 'gill dayato,' but forces his head back up. He looks unbearably tired.
"Would it help if I could promise, one hundred percent, that I'm not related to whoever you think I am?" he asks. "That's really what you're wanting to ask, isn't it?"
Yagi chuckles nervously. That intuition is rather terrifying.
"It wouldn't necessarily be a direct line," Yagi replies. "There was a lot of disownment and disappearances back when quirks first appeared. I don't think anyone can truly say there are no missing branches in their family tree these days."
Tsuna winces. "Oh...right. I guess that makes sense."
Yagi gives him a sympathetic smile. "Do you know which ancestor first developed this quirk? And did they have any relatives who also developed them?"
"No..." Tsuna said, shaking his head. "Actually, the first person with Harmonisation...they were an orphan. I don't know much about their parents."
Yagi doesn't have much of a stomach left, but that's got it dropping through the floor.
"But, but he was Italian," Tsuna offers with some desperation, finally confirming what they'd suspected about Italian ties. "And he did have some family in Italy, a cousin. Trust me, if there were any other family, they would have known about it because..."
"Because?" Yagi repeats when Tsuna trails off.
"...Let's just say Italians value bloodlines," he says. "Besides, he didn't have anything to do with them after he moved to Japan."
But a cousin just means one parent is accounted for. And while All for One did stay mostly in Japan, it's not out of the realm of possibility that he could have impregnated a visiting Italian or had an accident on a rare trip abroad. Or even One for All, after he obtained his quirk and broke free. God only knows the records just don't exist for back then.
"Can I ask, what exactly is the quirk you're worried about?" Tsuna then asks. "Hayato went on a big research binge of villain quirks after we were attacked, and I don't remember hearing anything about a quirk like mine."
"That's not surprising," Yagi admits. "Most outside of heroics aren't even aware of him. But his particular quirk can steal quirks from another, and add to his own arsenal. His brother also developed a quirk, that could stockpile power, which could then be passed down. If you compare the two-"
"-Harmonisation is a perfect mix," Tsuna finishes, looking somewhat resigned.
"Yes," Yagi says. "You said it was a family quirk? But we struggled to track it down in the registrar, which I'm sure you can understand raised some red flags."
Tsuna's face looks torn, and he glances to the side. Yagi frowns, moving his own head to see what caught his attention, only to jerk as Tsuyoshi moves into view, setting down a simple plate of sushi.
"You're going to have to talk about some of it, Tsunayoshi," Tsuyoshi offers, giving the teen a sympathetic smile. "There's no getting around it. We knew this was a possibility."
The boy's face falls.
"Yeah. I just can't believe we screwed it up this quickly."
Tsuyoshi huffs, and drags a seat over, dropping down with some relief.
"There's no record, for the exact reason you think there's not," Tsuyoshi explains, looking Yagi straight in the eye. "His father was a criminal. And while I can't speak for the rest of his direct family line since they're now deceased, it wouldn't surprise me if they could say the same."
Tsunayoshi slumps on the table.
"Tsuyoshi..."
"They're already making that conclusion, Tsuna," Tsuyoshi warns. "At least this way we can get ahead of it."
To be honest, Yagi's already astonished they're being this upfront about it. He was honestly expecting a lot more avoidance. But before he can question it, Tsunayoshi manages to gather himself up, and regains his full attention.
"My ancestor was a vigilante called Giotto," Tsuna says. "He was the first. I'm technically the tenth generation with this power, I think."
Ten generations?
One for All is at nine...
'Stop thinking the worst, Toshinori,' Yagi's brain hisses, and he tries to focus on the teen in front of him.
"He tried to use his quirk to protect people, but, I know his cousin didn't really agree with that, and he was betrayed by someone he trusted," Tsuna explains. "That's when he gave it up and fled to Japan. But the vigilante group kept going, and eventually, it evolved into a criminal organisation, rather than a legal one. I also know that my Dad joined it, though I don't exactly know when. My grandparents on that side were dead before I was born, so I don't know if they were involved."
"No aunts or uncles?"
"None," Tsuna replies. "It's a pretty empty family tree on my side."
Absolutely none of this is calming Yagi in the slightest, but Tsuna has been adamant about All for One not being involved…
"And you're certain this...organisation, is not involved with anyone from the League of Villains?" Yagi asked. "Or...someone called 'All for One?'"
He watches both of them like a hawk, looking for any tell. But neither so much as bat an eye at the name.
"Positive," Tsuna stresses. "I'll even say it to the truth-telling detective if you want. They were very secretive. The whole setup was big on making sure absolutely no one outside knew what they could do."
He gives a manic kind of smile.
"Ever seen those really old mafia movies?" he says. "The whole omerta thing? It was kind of like that. Really old school."
In the corner of his eye, Yagi can see Chrome quickly hiding her laughter behind a hand, and Tsuyoshi giving an amused smile at the reference.
A thought crosses Yagi's mind, and he leans forward.
"This organisation wouldn't have been called 'Namimori,' would it?"
Tsuna blinks in confusion, clearly thrown by the question.
"No...that's the town most of us grew up in," he says. "I thought you knew that?"
"Oh, uh, I did," Yagi says. "It was just a thought. What was it called then?"
The brunet cocks his head slightly, as if assessing him. He doesn't look like he wants to answer, but one word is all but dragged out of him.
"Vongola," he whispers, as if just mentioning it will have them descend upon him. "It was called Vongola."
"Did you grow up in this...Vongola?" Yagi asks, and Tsuna shakes his head.
"No...no, I didn't even know it existed until I was fourteen," he says, which has Yagi sitting up straight. "That's also when Harmonisation came into existence."
Yagi can connect the dots.
"You were kept out while you were quirkless, but when that changed, you were expected to join your family."
Tsuna shrugs.
"Something like that," Tsuna explains. "Didn't matter how much I protested or tried to escape. They decided the wanted me, and my opinion on the matter didn't really count for much."
He looks up at Tsuyoshi with genuine gratitude.
"I can't believe how lucky I've been," he says. "To get this chance to just be me, with my friends."
Yagi can't help but smile at them both.
"You know, we could help," he starts. "If you have knowledge of a villain group-"
The smiles on the faces immediately shut down.
"Out of your jurisdiction."
"They're not an issue any more."
The two then grimace, glancing at each other and then looking away. Tsuyoshi immediately stands up.
"If we ever hear so much as a rumour they're active in Musutafu, we'll call every hero we know," Tsuyoshi promises. "But we won't draw any more attention to ourselves than necessary. Especially if you're correct about this 'league' becoming interested."
Tsuna looks nervous, but there's a steely glint in his eye that suggests his opinion on the matter is exactly the same, and Yagi lets it go. Not that he won't be forwarding the name 'Vongola' to every Japanese and Italian agency Nezu can contact – but if this organisation of theirs is truly as underground as they say, it would be difficult to prove they were withholding information at all. It's probably not even a particularly large one – if it's old, it's most likely gone the way of many of the old Yakuza families, holding on by the skin of its teeth.
"I will hold you to that," he says, standing up himself. "But for now, I would recommend that Tsunayoshi doesn't go anywhere unaccompanied, for his own protection."
There's a sudden rumbling from upstairs, and Yagi blinks as someone lunges down the stairs, and watches as Gokudera practically vaults over the counter to reach them.
"I will protect Tsuna with my life!" he insists. Clearly he's been at the top of the stairwell, waiting for an opportunity to descend. "You don't have to waste your breath suggesting otherwise!"
"Hayato..." Tsuna moans, and the silver haired teen pouts.
"He said you were in danger," he stresses. "What was I supposed to do?"
Tsuna just shakes his head, and glances over into the kitchen. Yagi follows – and honestly isn't surprised to see two other teenage boys looking over with knowing looks.
"I don't think keeping Tsuna guarded will be too much effort," Tsuyoshi offers, and starts herding Yagi towards the door. "And I'm sure Yamada will be back for sushi when we open. I think we'll have the bodyguarding covered."
For everyone's sake, Yagi rather hopes so. He's pretty certain the only reason the restaurant got out with so few injuries was because Shigaraki and his men hadn't expected any resistance – and their pride had subconsciously held them back just long enough for the teens to gain the upper hand. If the league comes back with full intent...it might not end as favourably.
"Ah, one more thing," he says, just as he reaches the door, keeping his voice low so the teens wouldn't pick it up. "The doctors noticed something in Takeshi's file, regarding a spinal injury. Recovery Girl is quite interested in how it was repaired."
Tsuyoshi immediately winces.
"Yeah. Her and every other doctor who told me he'd never walk again," he mutters, running a hand through his hair. He looks a little guilty though, once he's composed himself.
"It wasn't a doctor," he says. "He was allied to Vongola, was alone in the room, and left as many questions at the hospital when he did it as I'm sure you have now."
Yagi frowns.
"Is there any way to contact him?" he asks, because if there's a villain who can heal that kind of damage, there are a lot of people who'd be willing to offer very lenient plea deals. "There is a hero with similar damage currently in critical care, who could truly use the assist."
Tsuyoshi looks genuinely dismayed.
"I wish I could say yes," he says. "But he no longer exists in this world."
He glances over, making sure that Tsuna and the others are engrossed in each other, and leans in.
"He's the one that helped Tsuna and the others escape."
Yagi's eyes go wide, and his body sags.
"I see," he says. "I will let Recovery Girl know."
Tsuyoshi nods in gratitude, and opens the door as Yagi walks out.
"Well?" Nezu asks, once Yagi is safely back in his office.
"I have no idea," Yagi admits, sitting opposite as the principal pours him tea. "While he was willing to admit being related to villains, Sawada was adamant that he had no relation to All for One. Didn't even acknowledge the name. But if his ancestor who first developed the quirk was an orphan, nothing can be ruled out. They're still keeping quite a bit of the story from us."
"Hmm," Nezu hums. "I guess it was too much to hope for a straight answer this earlier into the puzzle."
Yagi nods, but still looks torn.
"What I'm concerned about, is how confident they are when they say Namimori," Yagi admits.
"Oh?"
"If I didn't know the story had to be false, I wouldn't question it," Yagi explains. "Memory alteration must be involved, I'm just not sure if it was voluntary. And that throws everything into question."
"Tsunayoshi was insistent that his family line was not related to All For One, but he was also insistent on growing up in Namimori," Nezu summarises. "If one is untrue, the other could be as well."
"What's our next move?" Yagi asks, and Nezu picks up his cup.
"We'll keep watching them," Nezu says. "What we've been doing," Nezu offers. "Keep visiting Takesushi. Encourage Yamada to maintain his friendship with Tsuyoshi. And listen to what they say. All while we continue our own investigation. With the student's internships coming up, our colleagues will have more time to properly look into the situation as well."
He stops and gives him an amused grin.
"Who knows? Maybe they'll get to a point of trust that they'll tell us everything themselves."
Okay, some people are confused about Takeshi's injury and how it was healed- in the manga, during the Inheritance Arc, Takeshi was attacked. While I don't think the injuries were specified, they did say he'd likely never walk again, so I went with spinal.
Later in the Arc, he was healed by that timeline's Byakuran, much like the future one saved Genkishi with otherworldly knowledge. Hope that clears a few things up.