Time flew by once again, and the days went by peacefully.

  The boy would spend the majority of his time training. When his family was around, he would work on increasing his magical tank quietly, and when they weren't around, he would push himself a bit further.

  He would have a seizure, but not to the point where he would spat out blood like the first time, and thanks to his zealous dedication, the increment he used to his magic had grown to 50 millimeters by now.

  And just as he was on about minding his own business like usual, training quietly, the door to his room opened, and his mother and sister entered the room, followed by a maid pushing a tray filled with tea and cookies.

  It was time for their usual afternoon break.

  They were discussing something, and by the looks on his sister's face, it looked like she was demanding something, but their mother simply heard and gave little to no response as if she was used to the antics.

  But when they came near to the bed, the two immediately shifted their focus on to the boy, as if the earlier exchange never happened.

  His sister hopped into the bed and spoke with big gestures to the little boy, whilst his mother simply took a seat on the sofa near the window and sipped her tea in peace as she watched her children.

  The boy would try to guess what his sister was trying to say, but alas, it was simply too hard. Some gestures he could guess, but most of it was lost on him.

  And so, he opted by continuing his training while also paying attention to his sister.

  Little did he know, a strange exchange between the maid and his mother was taking place.

  Her expression was tense as she studied the boy on the bed. As she listened in more to the maid, fear and panic began to resurface in her eyes.

  And by the time the boy finally took a glance toward his mother, he saw her approached him, while the blond maid rushed out of the room.

  It took both the boy and the girl by surprise.

  She took and kissed her child's weak hand and put it on her cheek, as she gently caressed his face.

  Something wrong? The boy had no clue what happened.

  As far as he knew, he was not having a seizure or anything.

  Not long after, his father came into the room in hastened steps, followed by the old butler and the maid.

  The boy's mother stood up and stepped aside, leaving the side of the bed empty for the boy's father to come closer.

  He ran his eyes up and down on the boy and put his hand on the latter's head. Then he turned to his wife, conversing with each other.

  They would turn to the boy from time to time, before their eyes swam around the room, as if they were looking for something.

  I really can't tell what they're doing...

  A bit frustrated inside, the boy decided not to put much thought into it and do what he can do at the moment.

  Increase the size...

  He decided to use word magic and build his power instead.

  And when he did that, he felt something was off. The eyes of everyone there seemed to be glued on him. After that, the butler left the room by the urge of his father.

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  The boy felt an ominous feeling crept up inside of him at that point. He couldn't be sure of it, but that nagging suspicion lingered in his mind.

  Soon after, the butler came back, followed by a man in a sleek suit holding a bowl of water.

  He was a man the boy never saw before.

  He saluted to the boy's father and mother before talking to them.

  Okay, they clearly knew something was wrong this time... Can they tell it when I'm using word magic?

  The couple gave way to the man as he stepped a foot closer to the bed, holding the bowl in his hands towards the boy.

  A minute or two passed by, and the man shook his head towards the boy's parents after he found nothing happened on his bowl.

  Do I try it? If I'm right, then they'll find out. But if they're going to fetch someone whenever something happens, then it'd be a hassle, though... Then again, maybe it was not that bad of an idea to show them that I can use magic, and fine when I'm doing it.

  Yeah, let's do that. But first things first, let's find out whether I'm right about my guess or not.

  Increase the size of my magical tank by 50 millimeters.

  The boy watched the expression of the man holding the bowl, suddenly shook when he finished his spell.

  Well, that's it. They can tell when I'm word magic. But maybe only roughly, and they need this bowl thing to make sure of it.

  The man showed the bowl to the boy's parents and nodded towards the couple.

  Let's try it one more time to be sure. Thought the boy.

  Increase the size of my magical tank by 50 millimeters.

  The man reacted by snapping his eyes back towards the boy who had been looking at him, and back to the couple in front of him. This time, his gestures and his manner of speaking was more exaggerated than how it was before.

  Well, that proves it. The boy concluded.

  And since the cat's out of the bag anyway, might as well come clean with it and get the benefits out of this.

  Lift my body up slowly.

  The word magic, following the command of the boy, conjured the image he had in his mind into the reality.

  The boy began floating up in the air, prompting shocked gazes and gasps from the people inside the room.

  His sister, being the one more on the impulsive side, wanted to jump and fetch him, but fortunately he thought someone might do this and was prepared to act in accordance.

  Make a wind sphere around me, and gently, gently pushed her back.

  His control was crude at best, so the gale that appeared out of nowhere had messed up his bed, but more importantly, he found his sister landed safely back on the bed. And the boy sighed in relief.

  Panic and chaos began to embroil the room almost immediately.

  His mother shouted something frantically towards the maid, who was closest to the door. And the latter bit her lips with color leaving her eyes, and started to dash as fast as she could to reach the door.

  But the boy was one step closer again.

  Move the drawer and blocked the door.

  The tall drawer moved as if it was thrown to the side by someone, falling right in front of the door, barring the maid's way out.

  Good it didn't hit her.

  The boy then took a quick glance and found his parent's eyes glued toward the falling drawer.

  Blow a gentle breeze at them... Yeah, look at me.

  The spell successfully stole their attention back into the boy.

  Move my arm up and forward and point at myself. The movement of his body was broken, like a puppet on a string, but the boy paid it no mind.

  Now, raise my thumb up. Yeah, look at me, I'm fine guys!

  He watched them stared at him dumbfounded, thinking that the stunt he was pulling was a major success.

  Oh, my time's up. The warning soon rang mildly from within him, and following with his frequent seizure.

  Gently and slowly land me down on the bed... Yeah, that's it. Cancel the wind wall too.

  As he landed, the boy finished by repeating his action once more to reassure his parents that he was still okay.

  Raise both of my hands, and both my thumbs up at them.

  You see? Don't worry too much about this seizure, I'm fine guys. I really am.

  He felt proud inside, not realizing he had scarred the living daylight out of everyone inside the room.