At first, we thought it was just normal kid stuff. But as he got older, it became clear that Takeru was more than just a hyperactive kid. He could do things that no normal kid could do. Like the time he lifted our family's old refrigerator with one hand, or when he ran around the block in under 10 seconds.

As we continued to play around, I realized that Takeru's powers were still growing. He could manipulate his surroundings in ways that I couldn't even imagine. I felt both proud and a little scared. What would happen if his abilities got out of control?

He grinned mischievously. "I've been practicing, sis!"

One day, when we were both home alone, Takeru decided to show off his powers. He asked me to go outside with him, and I hesitantly agreed. We went to the nearby park, and Takeru told me to watch closely. He took a deep breath, and then...he just started to glow.

Despite my concerns, I knew that I had to support my little brother. I vowed to be there for him, no matter what. And as we walked back home, Takeru's glowing aura fading as we went, I knew that our lives were about to get a lot more interesting.

"Whoa, Takeru, that's amazing!" I exclaimed.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew through the park, knocking over trash cans and scattering leaves everywhere. Takeru laughed and raised his hands. The wind instantly died down, and the trash cans righted themselves.

I still remember the day my little brother, Takeru, was born. He was just a tiny ball of joy, and our family was instantly smitten. As he grew up, we noticed that Takeru was...different. He was always getting into mischief, and his energy levels seemed to know no bounds.