In a small, humble home nestled close to the shoreline, a young boy named Kaito lived peacefully with his mother. During a lazy afternoon, fueled by wonder, he explored the dirty upper room. Underneath a pile of worn-out cloths, an ancient durable chest caught his eye. He pushed hard, grunting as he lifted the weighty cover. Enmeshed in a mess of vintage items and discolored cloths, an unusual object peeked through. A solitary fruit sat there, stranger than anything he had encountered. Not like the fantastical, twisted fruits in seafarersโ stories, it looked strangely ordinary. It took the form of an ordinary orange, though somewhat bigger than usual, but its skin was eerily smooth and immaculate, totally without scar or mark. Kaito picked it up, feeling its surprising heaviness in his small hands. A faint, delightful aroma clung to it, teasing his senses. Unbeknownst to Kaito, this was no ordinary fruit. 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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