How is the question. Do I go for quantity so I can use word magic more often? Or quality? Or maybe, to keep on experimenting for versatility? Hm... Either way, since I'm basically had no clue on what I need to do to increase the quality and to be more versatile in my magic, I need to pile up experience...

  He came to the answer.

  Quantity it is. I need to increase my durability in casting magic first. It will not be efficient if I need to stop now and then whenever I'm trying new things, after all.

  So quantity, in other words, my stamina. My magical stamina? Or magical durability. Argh, focus dude. He grumbled inwardly, getting sidetracked on his own.

  The boy spent a good minute trying to formulate his approach to his so-called training, before finally fixing the will in his mind.

  Being straight forward is the best option I have currently, since I know next to nothing about magic itself. So, I want to increase my magical stamina-- wait. And he came to a halt.

  By how much, though? What's the parameter here? Then again, do I even need that? Heck, let's try it first.

  He tried by reiterating the same sentence inside his mind, and then he halted once again before fully finishing it. But this time, not because he wanted to stop. It was because the warning came.

  Judging by the severity of the warning, he wouldn't die, or even coughed up blood and passed out like the last time. But a seizure was guaranteed, and he can't have that with the maid still in the room.

  Increase my magical stamina by a little-- The warning came once again, only this time it wasn't as strong as before.

  So being specific does help. In that case, how about, Increase my magical stamina --

  The boy began a series of experimentation to increase his magical endurance whilst cleverly stop himself whenever the warning came from within his soul.

  With each failed and successful attempt, the boy's understanding of word magic grew.

  Increase the size of my magical tank by 0.1 millimeter. The warning didn't come.

  The boy felt elated.

  This is the way for now. If I imagine myself like a car, then if I can the gas tank, then I could go on for longer.

  After that, he went on to repeat the same sentence over and over again inside his mind. Every five attempt or so, he tried to check whether he could increase the number from 0.1 to 0.2 or not.

  By the ten attempts, the boy found the warning lightly rang from within, he suspected that he was out of gas, so he tried to lighten the burden of the spell, decreasing the number to 0.01 millimeter.

  It worked, and when he tried to switch it back to 0.1, the warning came once again.

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  The boy knew, he had to stop there and rest. Moreover, when he took a glance toward the maid, for whatever reason, the maid's expression was far from good. She was visibly fidgeting around with a tense look on her face.

  Does she need to go to the bathroom or something? No, she looks like someone who's afraid of ghosts or something. The boy commented.

  It was past noon at that point, he was tired and had nothing else to do.

  Well, let's take a nap, I guess.

  ***

  A week passed by, and it was midnight by now.

  She finally left. Said the boy inside after peeking the back of the maid leaving the room.

  He had purposely held himself back after dinner from using word magic, just so he could go all out at night when he was truly left alone.

  He had roughly some good hours before his maid would come in and check on him again. Though he felt that it was unnecessary, the boy realized it was understandable from their perspective, after all, he was a very fragile and disabled boy.

  Let's start by the usual. Increase the size of my magical tank by 10 millimeters... Good. Now, let's explore.

  The boy had decided to separate his magical workout regime by spending six days working on increasing his tank, and the last day of the week to work to experiment on his power. To see just how far he could push himself, and to nurture new ideas on how word magic could help him on his current situation.

  Heal my body-- Okay, I'll still cross the river of Styx if I attempt that. Let's try being specific or decrease the scope, maybe that helps. I want to hear, heal my hearing organs-- The same... He went on and tried to restore his other senses by healing them, but he was met with the same result.

  Met with failure each time, the boy decided not to wallow for long in the lingering disappointment and moved on.

  It is what it is... But if I can't do anything from the inside, maybe the outside might work? The first idea that popped within his mind was telekinesis.

  He tried to recollect from where did he understand that concept, but he failed, and assumed it was sealed within the rest of his memories.

  Not that it matters right now whether I can remember where I learn it or not. Right now, all I need to do is to find out whether I can use it or not. The boy thought.

  Lift up the edge of the blanket by a centimeter. He decided to go small, and was met with a positive result.

  Okay, that works. Now, how about, lift the blanket and pull it down. The boy saw the blanket rose and slide down to his ankle, as if someone was pulling it from the end of his bed.

  Hm, with something simple like this, rather than being specific by using numbers, relying on the image in my mind will be faster.

  His earlier frustration was long gone, now all he could think about was the excitement regarding the prospect of him being able to move his body by himself.

  Lift my body slowly. Wait. Release it. Damn... He grumbled inwardly.

  The image he had in his mind was his body rising slowly and into a sitting position, but the result he got was his body floated up still in a sleeping position.

  There was a gap between his mind and the word magic. He noticed it at first when he pulled the blanket earlier because he imagined it only down to his hips, but instead it was pulled till his ankle. He brushed it off at first, but now he realized it was another problem that he needed to tackle sooner or later.

  One step at a time... Let's try again. Lift my body up slowly, into the sitting position. Good-- Hold it! Hold it there... Yea, now slowly again, put my body down.

  Shit, I'll still meet the bed, but suddenly fall like that was quite scary. Again, the gap between his imagination and the word magic was apparent to the boy.

  Yeah, one step at a time...