Mob didn't respond with a psychic blast. Instead, he looked at the man with a profound, quiet pity. "I used to think I was special too," Mob said, his voice barely a whisper against the gale. "But I realized that without other people, my power is just a lonely cage."
The explosion that followed wasn't one of fire, but of flowers. Thousands of broccoli seeds, hyper-charged by the massive energy discharge, rained down upon the ruins of Seasoning City. In the center of the crater, Mob stood exhausted, his hair messy, looking like any other middle schooler who had just finished a long day of chores. Mob Psycho 100 Episode 12
Mob stepped forward into the epicenter of the heat. He didn't use his power to crush Suzuki; he used it to carry the burden. Like a sponge, Mob began to absorb the chaotic, burning energy that was tearing Suzuki apart. Mob didn't respond with a psychic blast
"What are you doing?" Suzuki gasped, his form shrinking back to human size. "You’ll explode!" "But I realized that without other people, my
"You’re just like me," Suzuki roared, his body glowing with an unstable, jagged aura. "The world belongs to those with the power to take it!"