The First Grimoire: Final Fantasy Tactics A2  Prologue: "The
Beginning of Summer"  It's summer, isn't it? The sun's burning
hot, the sky is bright blue. And even night feels shorter. So...
"Why am I still here?!"  A young boy leaned back on his chair
and glared at the ceiling. He took his hand back and brushed it
through his messy brown hair, messy due to him constantly
scratching his head or shaking his head as he tried to think of
things to write in his notebook. In the end, he just slapped it
closed angrily.  "Mr. Blaiiiir, why do I have to do this again?"
He directed his anger at his teacher. Mr. Blair raised his head
from the book he was reading and replied,  "Luso," He said, "If
you need to know the reason, think back to how many times you
have been late to school."  "Um..." Luso grabbed his hair again,
trying to think. "T-two times?"  Mr. Blair shook his head,
"You've been late to class for six times consecutively. Each
time, you've interrupted class to yell out 'Sorry Mr. Blair! I'm
late again!'"  "S