Roshi

"I never expected the famous Orochimaru to end up in such a sorry state!" On the desolate earth, Roshi looked at Orochimaru sitting atop Manda's head and mocked him. "You were the one fighting someone else just now, weren't you? What terrifying power. But looking at you now, how much strength do you have left?" Orochimaru's clothes were tattered. The white kimono he had specially tailored to complement his temperament had been reduced to rags.