In a small, humble home nestled close to the shoreline, 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. 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, 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. Beneath its calm exterior, a fierce force lay concealed, ready to erupt and alter fate.
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