Tucked away in a modest cottage by the sea, a boy named Kaito made his home alongside his mom. During a lazy afternoon, fueled by wonder, he explored the dirty upper room. There, hidden beneath a heap of forgotten fabrics, he found an old, sturdy chest. He pushed hard, grunting as he lifted the weighty cover. Inside was a chaotic assortment of aged keepsakes and faded textiles, but tucked beneath it all was something else entirely. It was a single fruit, unlike any he'd seen before. Not like the fantastical, twisted fruits in seafarers’ stories, it looked strangely ordinary. 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. 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. Though calm now, the fruit held the fierce, hidden strength of an awakening power, poised to reshape the future.