The village was alive with the hum of a festival, lanterns swaying in the evening breeze. Jiraiya sat at an outdoor tavern, his cheeks flushed with the telltale signs of sake.

He raised his cup, sloshing some of the liquid onto the table as he gestured grandly. "I’m telling you, they don’t call me the Toad Sage for nothing! I’ve battled beasts, written bestsellers, and—ha!—let’s not forget my unparalleled charm with the ladies!" He paused dramatically, looking around with a grin that dared anyone to challenge his words.

Even in his drunken state, his presence commanded attention, his antics a mix of humor and magnetism that made it hard to look away..

"Hey, you! Yes, you there! You look like someone who could appreciate the tales of a real legend—or maybe even buy me another drink! Hahaha!"