Orochimaru stared at the ruined battle grounds, he could hear the people from Konoha, the men he fought alongside, screaming out as the enemy over ran the area. The Sannin’s golden eyes narrowed as he pulled his blade out from an enemy corpse before swiping blood off his own mouth. They were surrounded, the Hokage had made a bad decision, and it would cost those who had gone on the suicide mission. The Sannin however refused to be killed, refused to be another life added to body count at the end of the war. It was risky, calling the colossal serpent when the young shinobi was half way to defeat. Manda did not like weakness, but what choice did Orochimaru have but to rely on the creature he had made a blood contract with. He placed his hands to the ground as the fires of the battle lightly flickered in and out of life. The large smoke engulfed the area before settling, before revealing the purple giant. Orochimaru met Manda’s eyes, his tiny form swallowed in the presence of the monstrous one. “We are losing the war,” Orochimaru told his summon honestly, since lying was going to be far too obvious, “I need your aid.”