Tucked away in a modest cottage by the sea, a young boy named Kaito lived peacefully with his mother. On a tranquil day, his inquisitive nature drew him towards the dusty, neglected attic. Beneath layers of disused coverings lay a tough, weathered trunk. Straining slightly, he forced the chest open with a low grunt. Inside was a chaotic assortment of aged keepsakes and faded textiles, but tucked beneath it all was something else entirely. 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. At first glance, it resembled a perfectly average orange, perhaps a bit larger than normal, yet the peel was unblemished and scarily flawless, lacking imperfections. He held it, sensing an unusual weight pressing against his little palms. A faint, delightful aroma clung to it, teasing his senses. What Kaito did not realize was that this fruit was anything but common. Contained within was the silent potential of an akuma-no-mi, resting patiently to emerge. Its strange stillness masked the storm of power it secretly harbored, destined to change everything.
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