"You did good, kid," Reigen said, his voice steady. "Let's go get some ramen. I'm paying."

"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!"

As Suzuki’s energy began to backfire, his body swelling into a grotesque bomb of psychic pressure, he realized he had lost control. He was going to erase himself and the city. The great "Boss" was suddenly a terrified child, drowning in his own ambition.

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 looked up, a small, genuine smile breaking through the fatigue. "Actually, Master... can we get the expensive kind today?"