A great detective once said criminals are a superstitious cowardly bunch. If you think about that also implies to a lot of people.
Six years later from the Kyūbi attack. The nine tails in human form was running from another angry mob. After the sealing the Sandaime had tried to explain that Naruto wasn't the Kyūbi but it's jailer but the general public ether didn't listen or care they just wanted some one to blame.
The Kyūbi didn't really care after the events to his new birth he'd been in a comatose like state. All of his memory's from the time of his creation to the night of the attack were absorbed by his mind. Not only the trauma of his horrors and the stress of it all took physical tolls on him. Until he was five did he come out of his trauma. He'd learned that he'd been placed in the basement of the village hospital. Escaping had been easy there wasn't that much security. It had taken longer then he'd expected walking wasn't easy especially with just two legs. After a while the motion got up to him and his steps started stabilizing. Next came running then jumping. He finally came to his destination an abandoned warehouse in the outer edge of the village "as of right now this his home" he said as he opened it's doors. This had been an old weapon storage that the Shodai used during the first war. As he looked around he saw that all the equipment had been taken away but all the old tools to make weapons had still been here as he reached a stair case leading to the basement he'd found that it contained a numerous amount of rooms including a sleeping quarters. But it contained no furniture or any other necessities "I'm gong to need some currency" he mumbled to himself as he looked around he found an old shovel and nets and even a collapsible cage. "and I thing I know how to get it... is that how my voice sounds like". He looked at a near by window and say that he'd been a lot younger then expected. "this just got easier".
Flash forward to now as he was running as he managed to rally up a crowed of angry village as he came to a turn he jumped over a patch of street and keep's running until he herd a bunch of screams he turned back around and ran over to the pit fall the village fell into all of them on top of each other he dropped a couple of smoke bombs into the hole and but a bandanna around his mouth and jumped down in the hole a few minutes latter he'd jumped back out with all of his victims money in his hands. As he started walking back home counting his loot he never herd someone sneak behind him the last thing he remembered was a strong pain form the back of his head as he started falling down and his world going to black.