The dark shadow drifted between buildings, cloth hiding the face and hair, only showing a pair of bright blue eyes. This night the shadow was returning to the favored hunting ground, not the usual hunting grounds of wild animals, where meat and wild plants could be gathered, or the hunting grounds of thieves, where riches could be plucked from the unwary. No, the favored hunting ground of this dark shadow was dumpsters, particularly those belonging to ninja clans, and one clan in particular.
It was a small clan, in fact as far as the shadow could tell, it only consisted of an old man, but that wasn't a concern, the old man had been throwing out useful things once a week for as long as the shadow could remember. Food was common, it gave the impression that the old man was cooking for two, probably having lost his wife at some point, and never really gotten out of the habit of cooking for both. Then other times it was scrolls on chakra theory, on language, on world history, on all these random things.
Landing softly behind the compound, the shadow opened the dumpster to see what was in it this night. It wasn't disappointing, and a smile bloomed behind the cloth covering the face. The old man had made beef stew for dinner, a much too large portion. The shadow felt terrible for the old man, swearing that one day, they would have dinner together.
Picking out the food, the shadow spotted a scroll underneath. Adding the scroll to the backpack along with the food, the shadow slipped away into the night. That old man always did throw out the most interesting things, and shadow was certain, this scroll would be no different.
From within the shadows an old man smiled to himself. He had wanted to train the Jinchuriki, but Hiruzen had denied him, implied that the kid would have ended up in root, which really was the dumbest idea ever. They had both known Mito-sama well, and both knew very well that jinchuriki seals ran on willpower, a training regimen designed to dampen emotion? It would be a disaster in the making, and he'd want no part in that, thank you very much.
Still, he had kept an eye on the container, and was both horrified and enraged at what he saw. Complete neglect, the earliest years in the orphanage were not conductive to loyalty, in fact he wouldn't be surprised if the child ended up hating everything. So he took matters into his own hands, again, it was something he had gotten used to doing over the years. This time he just started swapping the staff at the orphanage for some of his own agents, making sure the Jinchuriki got at least a semblance of an education.
Even then, there were limits, and the matron had kicked out the child at the age of five, probably because the education was working and now the child didn't need help with most basic of things. Really, it might have been his fault, had he not stepped in, the container wouldn't even be able walk properly, let alone read and write. One way or the other, this had led to the current situation, the child was going through dumpsters for books, tools, and food. At least here he could make certain that a proper education came along, by simply leaving textbooks in his own dumpster, along with nutritious food.