In a small, humble home nestled close to the shoreline, a young boy named Kaito lived peacefully with his mother. One calm afternoon, driven by curiosity, he ventured into the grimy attic room. Underneath a pile of worn-out cloths, an ancient durable chest caught his eye. With determined effort and a grunt, he managed to pry open the heavy lid. 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. The fruit looked much like a normal orange, maybe just slightly oversized, its surface unnervingly smooth and flawless, without a single blemish. He held it, sensing an unusual weight pressing against his little palms. A subtle, sweet fragrance wafted from it, delicate and inviting. Unbeknownst to Kaito, this was no ordinary fruit. 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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