In a little, simple home snuggled near the coastline, a young boy called Kaito lived with his mommy. One quiet mid-day, while checking out the dirty attic room, his interest led him to an old, durable chest stashed beneath a pile of neglected coverings. With a grunt, he handling to pry open the hefty lid, revealing a range of old mementos, faded fabrics, and below it all, a single fruit unlike any kind of he 'd seen before. It wasnt the dynamic, swirled fruit described in the fantastical stories whispered among seafarers; it looked, oddly, like a completely ordinary, perhaps somewhat extra-large, orange, albeit with an unnervingly smooth, unblemished skin. He selected it up, feeling its strong weight in his small hand, a faint, pleasant scent clinging to it. This was no typical fruit, though it lacked the telltale patterns-- it was, unknown to Kaito, an akuma-no-mi, its dormant power existing deep within, awaiting the moment it would lastly awaken.
Added: May 16, 2025