Bill walked through the campus until he got to his own dormitory not too far away from the main campus itself. He wondered if he was right in being selfish enough to take the lead of this party. He was no leader, and he held no special qualities that would make him a leader. He wasn't his grand father, or his cousin. He certainly wasn't no super star in his own right. Thrones, and the other crews were going to destroy him if he didn't get his act together. Masurao...no he needed to stop mixing the names Exalted was it's name now; was the machine that he had to rely on. Better than the normal gears here it could outperform most gears that weren't privately made. It's output was a danger to anyone it was put against. It's primary mode of attack was overwhelmingly devastating offense.  It could attack in swift, and deadly barrages that could shatter enemy gears to pieces. But was he really good enough to use it? He didn't think so not yet. He needed to get better. He had to believe in himself more now than ever. If not for himself then for those around him who followed him.

He entered his own room after going through the crowded halls meeting some old faces, and new ones he wondered who exactly was going to be a big challenge. He hoped he could destroy the small fries first. If he was put against the big guns immediately he was worried he would be shoved into a corner and disregarded for the rest of the season. He had to consider all the variables...but there were too many to think for ahead of time. Best course of action was simple: plan as things came. No use over complicating things especially when his team was so basic. Bill had to find comfort in knowing Yasumi didn't abandon him. Maybe it was because he wouldn't be accepted by anyone else? Or was it because he wanted to be here?

Bill's room was simple it was lightly furnished, and had very few posters here and there. The posters were all of his cousin's team. All of them were from the older era meaning he was still a part of Team True Souls back before they were disbanded. It was like that because he wanted to believe he could match up to them one day. His older cousin was always a hot head, and a pain apparently according to their grand father. But he made it BIG he was a hot star in America right now with his professional debut in the big leagues. Bill would never raise that high but he wanted to make their grand father, and his own father proud. [color=ed1c24]"I promise...I'll do better...I know I will."[/color] Bill said collapsing on the bed after pulling off his uniform shirt, and tie. [color=ed1c24]"There is no doubt out there there is victory, or defeat..."[/color] Bill said mumbling the words his father told him once long ago as a kid. Cheesy? Yes. Inspiring to him? Yes. Those were the words that would keep him going.

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Next day: 12:00 Lunch Time

The day had come to a start at Ace once again. The day was warm, and humid but otherwise it was a perfectly serviceable day. Many of the pilots were off with their teams, or going off to cafes in the city itself. As Ace Academy was a college it had no strict lunch period, and time schedule though very few students had night classes at the school due to their sparsity. Once more Bill sat by himself in the pilot lounge he had decided to eat here again due to the fact that other people may be interested in joining in with them, and because he didn't have the money for multiple trips to school and back this week with public transport. Besides he was a team captain now and he didn't have the time to do the things he wanted to. He had been working in class a lot today but he had a computer pad on his desk ready to search up all he could about prospective teams to learn from, and the ones they may fight in the finals. 

Taking cues from professional pilots would help a lot but he couldn't depend on all of it. The others had their own styles to force them to adapt to a professional level would be stupid. He could only wonder if Yasumi was happy about playing back seat in this game. He would only go in if Bill, or anyone else was unable to. In doing so he had pretty much subjected himself to be on the back burner. 

The pilot lounge was not as crowded as yesterday as people had classes, and or were already setting up for the piloting tests tomorrow. Bill ran his hand through is hair as he chewed on his food. He silently questioned why such a simple job was so much of a pain.