Within a quaint, simple dwelling near the beach, a young boy named Kaito lived peacefully with his mother. During a lazy afternoon, fueled by wonder, he explored the dirty upper room. Beneath layers of disused coverings lay a tough, weathered trunk. 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. There lay one solitary fruit, unfamiliar and curious to Kaito's eyes. 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. Lifting it gently, he noted the solid weight it carried in his tiny grasp. Soft hints of a wonderful scent radiated from the fruit, captivating him. What Kaito did not realize was that this fruit was anything but common. Hidden deep inside was the dormant power of an akuma-no-mi, waiting silently for its moment to awaken. Beneath its calm exterior, a fierce force lay concealed, ready to erupt and alter fate.