Within a quaint, simple dwelling near the beach, a little child called Kaito shared a quiet life with his mommy. 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. Amidst the clutter of old mementos and stained fabrics, something unexpected rested below. 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. Soft hints of a wonderful scent radiated from the fruit, captivating him. Unbeknownst to Kaito, this was no ordinary fruit. Contained within was the silent potential of an akuma-no-mi, resting patiently to emerge. Beneath its calm exterior, a fierce force lay concealed, ready to erupt and alter fate.
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