Faced with this calamity-like assault, Renzo finally… reacted, well, somewhat.
He let out an incredibly weary sigh, as if burdened with the most bothersome thing in the world.
He didn't even feel the urge to stand up. Instead, he lazily lifted one hand, poked at his ear with his pinky to ease the itch caused by all the noise, and muttered in that signature drowsy, annoyed tone of his:
"...So noisy…"
"...Things falling from the sky… the worst…"
"...Just... be quiet, all of you…"
"...So sleepy…"
[Sloth's Declaration, Wide Area Negation]: Activate.
An invisible force of law spread outward from him like a bubble of absolute "sloth." Gentle, yet irresistible, it met the oncoming storm of fiery destruction head-on.
And then, once again, a scene of absurd miracle unfolded before everyone's eyes:
Every single lava meteor descending from the sky suddenly lost the will to fall.
Their momentum vanished, as if some unseen hand had simply decided it was too much trouble to continue.
The molten fists cooled and blackened midair, turning into enormous, silent chunks of volcanic rock. They hovered briefly, then drifted down like feathers, softly, lazily, landing all around Renzo with muted puff sounds, raising not even a speck of dust.
In a blink, what should have turned the entire training ground into hellfire became a ridiculous, harmless "black pebble drizzle."
Renzo even yawned, brushing a bit of dust off his shoulder.
The entire training ground fell deathly silent.
Every soldier and instructor stood petrified, mouths gaping wide enough to swallow an egg.
Akainu stood where he was, chest heaving, mostly from anger. His gaze darted from the cold, lifeless volcanic rocks to Renzo, who was still sitting there, surrounded by stones and looking every bit as sleepy and irritated as before.
His attack… his power… had been so utterly, so casually negated?
This wasn't dodging. It wasn't defense. It was rule-level invalidation!
But worse than that, something unfamiliar, deeply unsettling began to stir inside Akainu's iron will.
A faint feeling of… futility.
A whisper of pointlessness.
A strange, creeping sense of, "What's the use? Can't hit him, can't shut him up… might as well go file paperwork."
What?!
The very thought terrified and enraged him! How could he, Sakazuki, embodiment of Absolute Justice, harbor such weakness?!
But the more he raged, the clearer that "ugh, so troublesome" feeling became, clinging to him like a parasite, dulling his fighting spirit.
Even maintaining his magma arms started to feel… tiring?
Then-
"Sakazuki! Stand down!"
A thunderous shout came from the entrance of the training grounds.
Fleet Admiral Sengoku, face dark as a storm, strode in surrounded by senior officers, including Tsuru and Kizaru.
Akainu snapped out of it, forcing down the absurd fatigue gnawing at him. He jabbed a finger toward Renzo and barked, "Fleet Admiral! You see it yourself! That thing, that lazy waste! His cursed power, keeping him in the Navy is-"
"Enough!"
Sengoku's roar cut through his words like a hammer.
His eyes swept over the wrecked but unharmed grounds, Renzo still half-asleep, and Akainu, whose expression flickered with uncharacteristic exhaustion. Sengoku immediately understood.
He stepped closer, voice low but firm.
"Sakazuki, I understand your frustration. But I've told you before, he is a strategic asset! His ability isn't meant for brawling with you!"
"His value lies in ending large-scale conflicts without fighting, in breaking the enemy's will! Look at yourself! Do you even resemble the iron-willed admiral of Absolute Justice right now?!"
Sengoku's words struck him like thunder. Akainu froze, realizing in horror that he had indeed wanted to stop fighting just moments ago.
"Brute force won't work on him," Tsuru said calmly as she approached.
"His ability nullifies anything that's active or bothersome. The harder you push, the stronger the backlash, the lazier you become."
Kizaru, hands in his pockets, added with his trademark lazy drawl:
"So scary, huh~? Sakazuki almost turned into 'Lazy Justice'~ fufufu~"
Akainu's face turned from red to white to blue. He clenched his fists so hard they trembled, then hissed through his teeth:
"...That kind of ability is an abomination."
He threw one last glare at Renzo, who was already half-asleep again, then turned on his heel and stormed off, each footstep cracking the ground beneath him.
Sengoku watched him go, then turned to Renzo, who was softly snoring.
He sighed, deeply, heavily. The kind of sigh that came from a man with too many problems and too little patience left.
Kizaru nudged a cooled magma rock with his boot, whistling softly.
"He's getting stronger, huh~ Even Sakazuki's magma got too lazy to burn~"
Renzo murmured in his sleep.
"...Tell him… not to come again… so noisy… such a pain…"
Tsuru gave Sengoku a wry smile.
"Looks like we'll need to assign Sakazuki to a long-term mission in the New World."
Sengoku pinched the bridge of his nose.
"...Agreed."
And so, the tale of how "Sloth God Renzo nullified all of Vice Admiral Akainu's attacks, and nearly made him lazy too" spread like wildfire across Marine Headquarters.
From that day on, whenever Akainu saw Renzo, he instinctively took a different route. Not out of fear… but because he never wanted to relive the humiliation of punching nothing and ending up tired of his own anger again.
Renzo's life, at last, returned to its peaceful routine.