Tucked away in a modest cottage by the sea, a boy named Kaito made his home alongside his mom. On a tranquil day, his inquisitive nature drew him towards the dusty, neglected attic. 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. It was a single fruit, unlike any he'd seen before. 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. Lifting it gently, he noted the solid weight it carried in his tiny grasp. A faint, delightful aroma clung to it, teasing his senses. 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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