Luffy had been kidnapped. By our grandfather.

Why in the nine hells had Luffy been kidnapped by our grandfather!?

"What the hell do you mean? Huh!? I tell you to keep an eye on the brat, and all you can do is tell me this shit??" I scream at the boy's face as I hoisted him up with one hand. He looked on the verge of crying.

Not that such a thing would work on me.

"I-I don't know! The big, scary man came and dragged Luffy away!" So he did cry. Bah.

"Hmph." I released the brat, allowing him to fall to the floor. I walked away with angry steps, stomping the ground in an attempt to placate my anger.

"Dumb old man. Good thing I was in the forest or god knows he'd have caught me too." I shivered. It was 8 now, and it had been quite a long time since I'd come back to the shitty village.

I'd occasionally drop by Makino to get some necessities and to make sure she didn't do something drastic, like, say, send an angry Garp after me.

I wasn't very impressed. I didn't know much of what had happened in the village in the past months, as after the red-haired man, Shanks I think, had given me the fright of this life, I'd been quite keen on keeping myself nice and far away from the village.

Not that it stopped me from occasionally getting some stress relief from the volunteering beasties.

"Ugh..." I bemoaned. I'd sucked this town dry of everything it had to offer. I already knew far more than any of these neanderthals could ever possibly hope to know based on the knowledge from my past life alone, but I still lacked some of the essentials that everyone in this world knew.

It would probably be for the best if I left. I hadn't seen Luffy in quite some time, but that didn't really matter. He was annoying, bratty, and lacked any sense of property. I still remembered when he walked into my (our) room when I was naked.

I'd tried teasing him with my smoking hot female body (~6 at the time), but he didn't even blush. What a letdown.

I stroked my chin as I thought about all of this while walking around town. It was pathetically small, probably around one or two thousand people in it, so it lacked the atmosphere of the big cities that I enjoyed. 

Kids shed away from the mere sight of me, and even the adults looked wary. I'd built up a reputation as the biggest 'bully' in town, although all I really did was occasionally beat down a couple of kids who thought they could look at me funny. And if they got broken bones from it and their parents had ended up with black eyes... Well, not my problem.

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I sneaked into my room, easily evading both Makino and the customers through my amazing ninja skills... Or rather, sneaked through the window. Details, details.

I grabbed a random backpack and threw inside a couple of clothes. Underwear, shirts, pants, a hat, weird red fruit, weird book, a... What?

I halted everything as I looked at the fruit and book I'd just thrown into my bag. Where the fuck had those come from? I swear they weren't there before.

And the reason literally floated down from above. Onto my head.

Eyes twitching, I grabbed the letter that had magically appeared on my head and carefully opened it while wishing I could rip it.

[Hey, dearie~. I felt bad about giving you so little. Thus, the great and amazing me, your handsome and badass god, gifted you these little toys! Don't worry, you'll love them. Also, please don't murder your brother. He's quite important!]

Ok. I ripped it the second I finished. 

With a huff, I sat my butt down on the bed and opened the book, reading the introduction.

I was hooked by the third paragraph. I didn't stop reading until it was far past midnight. 

I was practically salivating by that time. This book alone held all the information I'd been basically selling my soul to trying to find. 

It introduced the strange concept of 'Haki', which I hadn't gotten too far in but already left me so shocked by its absurdity and power that it was a bit strange. Then, it went over a pretty wide explanation of Devil Fruits and their properties, most of which I'd deduced already but it was still helpful.

Lastly, it told me the name of the fruit. The Blood-fruit, which was a pretty unoriginal name considering it had to do with blood. 

I'd been very skeptical on this whole 'you eat this and then you sink like an anchor' business, but I simply couldn't pass up such an appropriate fruit as this one. Besides, I loved versatility, and this fruit was the mother of all versatility.

I gulped it down in one chomp. It tasted pretty good, kinda like blood. Who would have guessed?

"Huh," I muttered after a couple of minutes. I didn't exactly feel different, but I could tell that something had changed. I frowned and picked the book back up, going over how to utilize devil fruits.

Oh boy, this fruit was a masochist's dream. I rolled my eyes as I put my thumb in my mouth before harshly biting it, almost severing it off.

Blood easily flowed out, and I tried my goddamn hardest to control it. I couldn't exactly say how I was doing it, but somehow, the blood hovered in the air, although it was a bit wobbly.

Grinning madly, I controlled my blood to go back into my thumb. It flowed back in quite slowly, and I could somehow heal my thumb back up nicely.

"Alright, fuck leaving. I need to train more in this shit!" I murmured to myself, clenching my first. I couldn't help the crazed grin on my face, and I swear I wasn't thinking about creating giant tides of blood to drown my enemies in.

Just kidding. I was thinking about torturing them with said tides of blood. Although I did wonder how in the nine hells I would ever get enough blood for such a thing.

Eh. I'm a masochist. I can bleed a little.

I sneakily left my room and made my way back to the forest, clutching the book to my chest with a care I'd never given to anything else in both this and the other world. 

Originally, my prospects were decent. Kill a bunch of criminals, turn their bodies in, make money, and rinse and repeat until I had enough power to do something more fun. Now, however, this opened a lot of gates.

Hiding atop the tallest tree I could climb one-handed, I decided to pull an all-nighter to study. It wouldn't be the last for a long time.