Within a quaint, simple dwelling near the beach, 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. 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. 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. The fruit looked much like a normal orange, maybe just slightly oversized, yet the peel was unblemished and scarily flawless, lacking imperfections. Kaito picked it up, feeling its surprising heaviness in his small hands. Soft hints of a wonderful scent radiated from the fruit, captivating him. Unbeknownst to Kaito, this was no ordinary fruit. Hidden deep inside was the dormant power of an akuma-no-mi, waiting silently for its moment to awaken. Its strange stillness masked the storm of power it secretly harbored, destined to change everything.