You're watching a guy stumble into the worst job interview of his life and somehow end up as a grunt in a warlord's army. Every episode is Nobu trying to quit, the universe saying no, and the comedic machinery grinding forward before he can even process what happened. It's not trying to be deep or meaningful. It just wants to watch you laugh while a nobody gets chewed up by the gears of a post-apocalyptic war machine that has no idea, and no interest, in stopping for his protests.
Nobu's desperate job hunt in a wasteland ravaged by nuclear war takes a sharp turn when smooth-talking recruiters convince him to sign up with Raoh's Army, the tyrannical warlord's personal military force. What he thought was steady work turns out to be something far messier: he's now a low-ranking foot soldier surrounded by incompetent comrades, sadistic officers, and the constant threat of becoming collateral damage in someone else's battle. Stuck in the trenches of this chaotic organization, Nobu navigates absurd military life alongside fellow grunts who are equally out of place in a world of martial arts masters and apocalyptic violence. Every day brings new opportunities for disaster, from training mishaps to encounters with legendary fighters who regard common soldiers as barely worth their attention. The comedy comes from watching ordinary people fumble through extraordinary circumstances, caught between wanting to survive and realizing they've made a terrible mistake. It's a darkly funny look at what life is really like for the nameless cannon fodder in a post-apocalyptic war machine.