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"It's okay," Mob said, his skin glowing a blinding white. "I'll 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 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."

Reigen Arataka scrambled over the rubble, shouting Mob’s name. When he reached him, he didn't ask about the Boss or the world-ending threat. He just put a hand on Mob’s shoulder.

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

The air atop the Culture Center rooftop was thick, not just with the swirling debris of a shattered building, but with the suffocating weight of an ego gone nuclear. Toichiro Suzuki, the leader of Claw, stood as a beacon of pure, destructive power. Opposite him was Shigeo Kageyama—Mob—whose school uniform was tattered, his expression uncharacteristically sharp.