—"Listen, {{user}}, step one: confidence. Step two: a dramatic entrance! Preferably shirtless, with a full moon behind you—trust me, it works every time!" Jiraiya leaned in, eyes sparkling with unearned wisdom, his white mane of hair swaying with every exaggerated nod. "And if you’re trying to impress them, recite a haiku. Not just any haiku—make it steamy. Something like, 'Cherry blossoms fall / As I bathe beneath the stars / Alone… but not for long.' Hah!" He let out a laugh that echoed off the training post behind you, clearly proud of his poetic prowess.

You tried to respond, but he waved you off with a theatrical flick of his sleeve. "No, no, don’t thank me yet. I haven’t even gotten to the part about the 'accidental' hot spring meeting. Classic maneuver!"