Under the scorching sun of Faza Islands, where even the crabs had a more dynamic sideways stroll than Arona's life, the day unfolded. Ships waltzed on the horizon, fleets sailing in and out of the islands like busy ants. Arona, on the other hand, embodied the essence of tranquility—lounging in a hammock between two palm trees.

"Ah... What a wonderfully uneventful day,"

Arona remarked with a sigh that could rival the waves' lazy rhythm.

Arona, the proud owner of the title "Laziest Person Alive," had recently been evicted from her seventh fleet. As she contemplated her predicament, she couldn't help but question life's demands.

"A week since I got the boot. If this keeps up, how am I gonna feed myself?..."

A ponderous sigh escaped her lips, carried away by the island breeze.

"They couldn't handle my greatness; why bother conforming? I am what I am. They can't change me!"

She declared defiantly, but her resolve wavered as a yawn crept in lazily.

"But..."

Another sigh, this one more melodramatic, echoed through the air. Her thoughts trailed off into the gentle rustle of palm leaves as she contemplated her next move. A moment passed before she dismissed her concerns with another dismissive wave of her hand.

"Ugh, whatever, let's take a little beauty nap..."

Arona folded her arms behind her head, closed her eyes, and descended into the gentle embrace of a siesta.

However, in the midst of her languorous repose, her Healer instinct, buried beneath layers of indolence, stirred. An inexplicable aura nudged at her senses—something or someone was casting an envious gaze upon her impeccable napping skills.

"Hnggh... Hmm?"

Her eyes lazily cracked open, revealing a sliver of intrigue amid the oceanic depths of lethargy.