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.
"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!" Mob Psycho 100 Episode 12
The "100%" meter in Mob’s mind didn't click over to Rage or Murderous Intent . It shifted into something the world had rarely seen: The explosion that followed wasn't one of fire,