Manda, you call me weak. As if I am a bug, someone who can be trampled upon without a second thought. You think me a fool, identical to any other moral you serve. You think of me as powerless, a mere servant to a foolish man. You think your size and strength makes you powerful, but you are wrong. Your power is instantaneous, immediately felt, but easily forgotten. However, mine is slow and painful, like a particularly potent poison. One day you will die, first in body and then in memory, but my legacy will live for in Orochimaru for an eternity.