Jewelry

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. Beneath layers of disused coverings lay a tough, weathered trunk. Straining slightly, he forced the chest open with a low grunt. Enmeshed in a mess of vintage items and discolored cloths, an unusual object peeked through. 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. It took the form of an ordinary orange, though somewhat bigger than usual, yet the peel was unblemished and scarily flawless, lacking imperfections. He held it, sensing an unusual weight pressing against his little palms. Soft hints of a wonderful scent radiated from the fruit, captivating him. Little did Kaito know, this seemingly normal fruit held a secret. 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.