A/N: Well, sorry if any of you feel that this is too short, but I wanted to make it this way for it to be not so confusing. Ah, well, the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: 'm not Eiichiro Oda, don't own One Piece.
Chapter 2 After the Escape
After Victoria made her escape, she had gone through Grey Terminal, which is barren and burnt down for of the arrival of the World Nobles, and into the Mount Colbo. As a 10 year old she was at that time, she is still very weak, too weak for the dangers she encountered. Luckily for her, she had learnt how to use a knife, as she had been secretly training to be a pirate when she was even younger. She had been able to survive at the edge of the forest, killing smaller prey and surviving on them. She had been badly injured quite a few times, and she had also gotten lost numerous times.
Slowly, she made her way through the forest, and arrived in Fuusha after she is certain that her parent have stopped the searching. If anyone recognized her and reported to the marines, then all her hard work would go to waste. She picked up a metal pole along the way, and she sometimes used it with her knife. She also ate the Devil Fruit and gained its ability. Even then, she is often wounded.
Then, after all those years spent in the forest hunting and striving for survival, she grew stronger. She grew strong enough to fight all the wild animals in the mountain, and she gained agility and stamina. She is able to run and jump around at high speed in the dense forest for a long time. She found and remembered every crook and tree in the forest so well as if it had been her home for her whole life.
As she grew up, she learnt how to use all different kinds of weapons by herself, getting the weapons from bandits and gangs lurking in the forest and in the Grey Terminal. Nearly all her weapons came like that, some she bought at the market of Fuusha. The broadsword on her back is an example. It was a prized winning she got from one of the people with bad minds in the Grey Terminal. She could still remember that day.
She was walking around in the Grey Terminal, having nothing to do. She wanted a new weapon, as a fair-sized tiger had just snapped her old sabre. Sure she beat it, but now she is bored, having sold the meat at Fuusha. She had looked around the markets, but there is nothing in stock. Since the Grey Terminal is the best place to get new weapons, she went there.
She picked up a metal pole, using it as a temporary weapon. Just then, a man with a broadsword that is small for his size slung at his shoulders came across her way. She stopped, and stared at the man who stopped as well and is glaring at her. She sensed a fight, and gripped her metal pole tightly and assumed a fighting stance. The bulky man grinned at the sight of her preparing for a fight, grabbed the sword with both hands, and swung it down at her. Victoria leapt out of the weapon's range, and aimed her swipe at the man's head. He ducked his head down, the pole missing his head by inches, but Victoria knew that would be coming. She slightly grinned, and used all her strength to hit the man on top of his head as hard as she could while still in the air. The first attack was just a distraction. The man wobbled, and crashed onto the pile of waste, unconscious. She landed on her feet, victorious. The man had not been able to even touch a hair of her. She moved the knocked out man out of the way, and grabbed the sword. It was the rule of the Grey Terminal. The winner of a fight can get whatever they want from the loser. So, she took the broadsword and left her metal pole in its place. Then, she left.
Once, she also met mountain bandits, but they were not friendly as Dadan had been to Luffy, but more like cruel, heartless, blood-lust savages. Of course, she beat them all, but had quite a few bad cuts. Their sneaky leader sliced her left eye when his subordinates distract her. Luckily, it didn't hurt her eye. It was only a shallow cut going from the corner of her eye to her cheekbone. In a few days, it healed, and left a scar. She liked it, because it made her unique, different from the World Nobles who never scar themselves.