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The first three years are the hardest. This land is not like hers; it is too brown and too flat, and its mountains are too few and too jagged. This place is not like her home.
The towns are no better than the wilderness, are maybe worse with their ugly buildings and people who watch her with untrusting eyes and call her Wutai Flea. They remember the war too, but not as she does. They remember Wutain savagery and people less than human. Yuffie remembers none of these things—she remembers the slaughter of her people.
It is apparent there is no place in their towns for her.
So, she finds a place that is strange to her, but not unpleasantly so. The trees are much different from the ones at her home, but they are green and beautiful and comforting and so she stays in the forest. She hunts for her food, drinks her fill from the stream, and lives like a true savage in the wood.
When she begins to grow, clothing once loose now hindering movement, she robs a girl traveler wearing shorts and a green shirt. She takes also a piece of materia. Her life begins again.