Marvel : The Summoning System

The trio descends into the labyrinthine back streets of city, guided by the whispers of clandestine meetings and covert plans. The city pulses with an undercurrent of danger, its neon-lit façade concealing the true machinations that unfold in its dark corners.

As Hunter, Jiraiya, and Hiroshi navigate the shadows, they come across a series of symbols sprayed discreetly on the walls – a cryptic language that hints at the covert network operating within city, if looked closely ten rings can be seen uniquely painted. Jiraiya deciphers the symbols, revealing a complex web of alliances and power struggles.

Jiraiya: "This is more than just criminal enterprises. There's a clandestine war happening beneath the surface. We need to find the epicentre."

Their investigation leads them to a hidden underground club, known only to the most influential players in city's underworld. 

Hiroshi: "Bad news! There are jammers around. The drones will fail as soon as they enter the Club. But this kind of tech should not be accessible to such small club!"

Hunter: "Then let's do it the old school way"

The trio, with Jiraiya's genjutsu, gains entry.

Inside, the atmosphere is thick with tension. The club's patrons, an eclectic mix of mercenaries, spies, and enigmatic figures, engage in hushed conversations. The scent of intrigue hangs in the air.

As they discreetly eavesdrop on conversations, Hunter catches a snippet of a dialogue that sends a shiver down his spine.

Unknown Voice: "The abduction of Stark is just the beginning. We seek to reshape the balance of power in ways unimaginable."

Hunter: (whispering to Jiraiya) "What the hell?... they're the orchestrators. But why Stark? What's their endgame?"

Jiraiya: (thoughtful) "Power, my boy. The kind that can reshape nations. Stark is a linchpin in their grand design."

The investigation took an unforeseen twist as the trio's presence drew the attention of a mysterious, hooded figure. Sensing the challenge in his eyes, the trio prepared for a confrontation that would test their evolving skills.

As the hooded figure moved with elusive grace, Jiraiya, with a twirl of his fingers, cast a genjutsu that ensnared the assailant in an illusionary world. Confusion flickered in the figure's eyes, and in that split second, Hunter, a blur of calculated movement, struck.

Hunter's attack was a symphony of precision and power. His strikes were a dance, each movement purposeful and fluid. The assailant, caught off guard by the seamless collaboration between Jiraiya's genjutsu and Hunter's assault, found himself quickly subdued.

The confrontation, though brief, was a testament to the duo's synergy. Jiraiya's mastery of illusions, Hunter's calculated combat style, and the element of surprise were woven together in a display that left even the onlookers in the dark corners of the club oblivious to the unfolding drama.

With the hooded figure now incapacitated, the trio stood in the shadows, their movements a whisper in the pulse of the nightclub.

After the intense confrontation in the dimly lit club, the trio found themselves momentarily isolated in a secluded corner. The distant thump of music and muffled chatter served as the backdrop to their hushed conversation.

Jiraiya, his eyes still sharp from the recent event, broke the silence. "Hydra!"

Hiroshi: "What?"

Hunter: "Well, that was unexpected. Our friend here wasn't just a casual observer it seems; he had a purpose."

Hunter, adjusting his stance, and continued. "Seems like we stumbled upon something more significant than we thought. Hydra involvement wasn't in the script."

Hiroshi, ever pragmatic, chimed in. "We should get out of here before we attract more attention. This club is a hive of activity, and we don't want to be the main attraction."

Jiraiya, glancing at the subdued figure on the floor, added, "This Hydra agent won't stay unconscious for long. We need to gather intel fast."

Hunter, considering their options, said, "Agreed. Let's head back to the apartment. We'll interrogate our captive friend in a more controlled environment. We might get some answers about what's happening in the shadows."

Jiraiya replied, "Interrogation in a controlled space is crucial, But, keep in mind, a controlled environment for interrogation doesn't translate to turning our sanctuary into a battlefield of information."

Hunter, "Okay! I will keep that in mind and make sure such mistake will not happen again" 

"The line between control and chaos is thin, and we won't let our base turn into a battlefield of secrets. Let's be the puppet masters, not the marionettes", replied Jiraiya

As they navigated the crowded dance floor, blending into the rhythm of the club, the trio left the venue discreetly, in a back alley, casting genjutsu around the captured Hydra agent. The illusion took shape, making the agent believe he was face to face with a superior officer, someone he wouldn't dare defy.

Jiraiya, adopting an authoritative tone, questioned the disoriented agent, "You will reveal everything about Hydra's activities. Your superior demands it."

The Hydra agent, caught in the illusion, began spilling information, none of which seemed particularly significant. Jiraiya, maintaining the illusion of authority, probed deeper, hoping for a breakthrough. However, the agent's knowledge appeared limited, and no crucial details emerged.

Hunter, leaning against a graffiti-covered wall, asked, "Did we get anything useful?"

Jiraiya, shaking his head, replied, "Nothing significant. Seems like our friend here wasn't in the loop or was good at keeping secrets. Let's release him, but keep an eye on him."

After a thorough but fruitless interrogation, Jiraiya released the genjutsu. The Hydra agent, now back to reality, found himself alone in the alley. Confusion etched across his face as he attempted to grasp the situation.

With a casual tone, Jiraiya dismissed the agent, "You are dismissed. Return to your duties." The agent, still under the influence of the fading genjutsu, stumbled away, disappearing into the shadows.

However, as soon as the genjutsu's effects wore off completely, the harsh reality hit the Hydra agent. Realizing he had divulged information, even if minimal, he reached for a concealed capsule, swiftly ingesting its contents. The trio, observing from a distance, could only watch helplessly as the agent succumbed to the cyanide's lethal embrace.

With the alley now silent, Jiraiya, Hunter, and Hiroshi retreated cautiously. They navigated through the city's labyrinthine streets, making sure not to leave a trace that could lead back to their apartment.

Back in the safety of their rented apartment, the weight of the night's revelations hung in the air. The decoded symbols, the connection to Madripoor, and now the Hydra agent's tragic end added layers to the intricate puzzle they were unravelling. As the city outside buzzed with the energy of the night, the trio strategized their next moves, knowing that every step deeper into the shadows came with risks and unforeseen challenges.

Back in the apartment, the trio gathered around the table, the weight of recent events hanging in the air.

Hunter, leaning against the table, broke the silence, "That was unexpected. Hydra involvement, the Ten Rings, and Stark's impending abduction—it's a tangled web we're caught in."

Jiraiya, a thoughtful expression on his face, added, "The shadows run deeper than we thought. Hydra's a snake with multiple heads, and we've just glimpsed one. We need to be cautious."

Hiroshi, adjusting his glasses, chimed in, "And we can't forget the Ten Rings. They're not just players; they're orchestrating this entire performance. Stark is a pawn, and we're in the audience, but for how long?"

Hunter, contemplating their next move, said, "Our captive didn't spill much, but he confirmed our suspicions. Stark's abduction is just the opening act. The real players are yet to make their move."

Jiraiya, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and caution, remarked, "The game is afoot. We need more pieces on our side, more information. And we need to play it smart."

Hiroshi, always pragmatic, interjected, "Our next move is critical. Do we confront the Ten Rings directly, or do we delve deeper into Hydra's involvement? We can't dance on both strings simultaneously."

Hunter, glancing at the cityscape through the window, considered their options. "I want to help, but we're dealing with forces beyond our control. We lack the power to face the Ten Rings directly. Right now, our focus should be on Stark, but I feel powerless in this situation."

Jiraiya, understanding Hunter's concern, nodded, "We play to our strengths, Hunter. We gather intel, make calculated moves. The power might be out of our hands, but knowledge is a weapon in itself."

As the trio continued their discussion, the air crackled with a sudden surge of energy. The summoning system's cooldown had ended, and Hunter could feel the power at his fingertips once again. A determined glint sparkled in his eyes as he realized that, despite the overwhelming odds, he now had the means to influence the unfolding events.

Hunter clicked on summon. As the summoning unfolded, the trio—Hunter, Jiraiya, and Hiroshi—found themselves immersed in a surge of mystical energy. Unpredictably, a portal opened, and from it emerged a stern-looking figure in dark attire, unmistakably Eraser Head from My Hero Academia. As Eraser Head materialized before them, a peculiar resonance hummed through the air. Unbeknownst to Hunter, a fraction of his memories transferred to Eraser Head.

Eraser Head, now standing before the trio, blinked in momentary confusion, a hint of Hunter's recent experiences flickering in his eyes.

Hunter: 'Status'

[Eraser Head (Shota Aizawa):

Quirk: Erasure - Aizawa's Quirk allows him to nullify the Quirks of anyone he looks at, as long as he continues to look at them. Physical strength cannot be nullified (T&C apply).

Skills: Aizawa is highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat and is an expert in close-quarters combat situations.

Personality: He is calm, rational, and often seen as strict. Aizawa is known for his no-nonsense approach and dedication to training his students.

]

[ More information will be revealed if user wins trust of summoned character]

Eraser Head: (gruffly) "This wasn't a standard summoning. What's going on?"

Hunter: (looking surprised) "I... I didn't expect this. Something's different."

Jiraiya: (with a sly grin) "Looks like our summoning stirred up more than just a hero. You've got yourself a package deal, Eraser Head."

Eraser Head: (rubbing his temples) "Memories from another world? That's a first."

Hiroshi: (curious) "Can you make sense of it? Anything useful?"

Eraser Head: (nodding) "Bits and pieces. Shadows, covert ops, and an imminent threat. I might not understand it all, but it seems like I was summoned here."

Hunter: (apologetic) "I didn't intend for this, Eraser Head. But now that you're here, we could use your help."

Eraser Head: (looking around) "Help? I don't do charity. Explain the situation, and let's see if it's worth my time."

Hiroshi: (calmly) "We share a common enemy. Someone influential is about to be abducted, and we aim to stop it. Your abilities could be the key to ensuring success."

Eraser Head: "How much time do we have?"

Jiraiya: "Around few months to a year"

As the trio briefed Eraser Head on their predicament, the hero absorbed the information, Hunter's memories blending with his own experiences. With an understanding nod, Eraser Head, now armed with unexpected insights, prepared to join the trio in their mission to unravel the mysteries that spanned across dimensions.