Within a quaint, simple dwelling near the beach, a little child called Kaito shared a quiet life with his mommy. On a tranquil day, his inquisitive nature drew him towards the dusty, neglected attic. Underneath a pile of worn-out cloths, an ancient durable chest caught his eye. 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. This fruit wasnโt the vibrant, spiraling kind from sailor's tales; rather, it appeared uncanny in its simplicity. The fruit looked much like a normal orange, maybe just slightly oversized, but its skin was eerily smooth and immaculate, totally without scar or mark. Lifting it gently, he noted the solid weight it carried in his tiny grasp. A subtle, sweet fragrance wafted from it, delicate and inviting. What Kaito did not realize was that this fruit was anything but common. 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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