In a small, humble home nestled close to the shoreline, a young boy named Kaito lived peacefully with his mother. During a lazy afternoon, fueled by wonder, he explored the dirty upper room. Beneath layers of disused coverings lay a tough, weathered trunk. He pushed hard, grunting as he lifted the weighty cover. Enmeshed in a mess of vintage items and discolored cloths, an unusual object peeked through. A solitary fruit sat there, stranger than anything he had encountered. Unlike the dynamic, swirling fruits spoken of in sailors' legends, this one was oddly plain. It took the form of an ordinary orange, though somewhat bigger than usual, its surface unnervingly smooth and flawless, without a single blemish. Lifting it gently, he noted the solid weight it carried in his tiny grasp. A faint, delightful aroma clung to it, teasing his senses. Unbeknownst to Kaito, this was no ordinary fruit. Deep within, the slumbering might of an akuma-no-mi stirred quietly, waiting to be unleashed. Beneath its calm exterior, a fierce force lay concealed, ready to erupt and alter fate.
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