25.
Hari had seen that particularly eye watering orange jumpsuit before. How could she have not? It was rather distinctive. And there were only so many people of that height willing to wear that bright, bright orange color with blue shoulders and a white collar often.
She knew it was a rather foreign concept in these parts but the fashion police should have stopped the poor child years ago. And duly jailed the purveyor of foul goods that had the nerve to actually charge someone for it.
Then again, she didn't know how the child had gotten the jumpsuit in the first place. It could have been a gift – like the dreaded pair of Christmas socks that some grandmothers enjoyed knitting for unappreciative but lovingly patient grandchildren.
He also could very well have found it and decided he liked orange and, being a child, said why the hell not?
Better still, it could have been acquired because it stood out. Only Death knew how both the local law enforcement and the stealthier shinobi managed to miss the kid when he was off painting the sides of houses in orange paint. Maybe the child was tired of them not being able to properly chase him?
Or maybe he was tired of spilling all that orange paint on his clothes and needing to clean up every night? That was actually rather thoughtful for a child of his size though…
Was he old enough to consider it a professional handicap? After all, the subject of a truly good prank shouldn't know they're being pranked until the prankster decides they should and it was certainly harder to run about inconspicuous like when you're a blond kid in a bright orange jumpsuit.
Still.
Really though, the how and why of the jumpsuit was unimportant; the why behind the lack of successful human interaction observed at any point during her travels about Konoha was.
Somehow she knew she wasn't going to like the answer.