Echo-tan

Jack sat quietly in the darkness of his lab, elbows propped up on his worktable and his head in his hands. The youth was utterly miserable. Not only had he lost another Showdown and been taunted relentlessly by the monks for it, but he could think of absolutely nothing to do in response. There were no ideas for revenge flooding his head like usual, no machine schematics, not even vague plans for a juvenile prank to get even! His creativity had been sapped dry. He felt exhausted, frustrated, and hopeless all at once. He had nothing. Then, Jack’s spine tingled and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, the only warning before a p