Everyone always saw him as a happy-go-glad idiot, which only proved that no one in this village bothered with looking underneath. Not in the past, not now. They just didn't give a damn.
He learned evasion by doing pranks on the village, and was good at it; no 10-year-old should be able to hide away from chuunin, let alone jounin. The only ones he couldn't avoid were the Inuzukas with their keen sense of smell, but the others he could evade until he wanted to be captured.
The one person in the village who found him tolerable, the Hokage, gave him an adventure book for his seventh birthday, and after reading it more than a dozen times he could learn more by trial and error. The teachers at the academy never helped him anyhow.
Some things he never learned, the bushin, easily explainable, no one with that much chakra and so unable to control it could do a bushin. He really never learned how to act around others, being the village pariah and the one that no parent wanted around their child was horrid for socialization.
He was small for his age, he didn't know how unspoiled milk tasted, no one ever let him buy good wares; he was overpriced everywhere except at Ichiraku's ramen, old man teuchi always gave him a discount instead. Some of it changed after he learned henge, looking and talking like someone else made him realize even more that he was hated.
He was constantly underestimated, and he let them, it was easier to play the role of the idiot, never showing what he really felt and never performing his best. He was an Uzumaki, the clan most known for their Fuuinjutsu, the clan of seal-makers. Not that anyone ever taught him seals; he did that on his own as well, trial and error, making explosive seals might have been the funniest to learn. He sold them under a henge of an old man to one of the ninja-stores, and hid the money in his apartment, under another seal.
If it hadn't been for his healing abilities he would have been dead many times over, not that anyone really cared about that either. He had been on the streets one 10 of October, and the beating he had received would have killed anyone, but he survived, and hid away in the forests for the next month, healing and crying.
He didn't own a mirror, he had no real use of one, after all, he didn't shave, didn't use make-up and who really needed to look in a mirror whilst brushing their teeth? He stepped into his shower and turned on the water, tepid at best, the top floor never got the warm water, not that he cared much, and the cold showers helped him to wake up in the mornings. Although the times he got home and was bloodied and bruised he would have enjoyed warm water to get clean. Not that his wounds ever needed much aid, but he always had to be in the shower for a long time to get rid of the blood stench.
His name was Uzumaki Naruto, and he never surrendered.