Nobody expects this five-minute flash anime to nail the exact texture of being a useless adult stuck in your parents' house, but it does. Isobe isn't a sympathetic loser with a redemption arc waiting, he's just genuinely terrible at life, and the show commits to that with the kind of cold comedy that only works when you recognize yourself in it. The ukiyoe aesthetic gives it permission to be crude and honest about desire, laziness, and the gap between who you are and who you pretend to be at dinner. It's not trying to make you root for him. It's trying to make you uncomfortable about how much he reminds you of someone.
Isobe Isobee spends his days in a haze of apathy and questionable priorities. Living under his mother's roof in Edo-period Japan, he navigates the gap between her high expectations and his complete lack of motivation. School is mostly an excuse to sleep. His plans for samurai greatness exist only in his head while reality demands he actually do something about them. Meanwhile, he's got a weakness for adult woodblock prints that he has to hide from his watchful mother, adding another layer of petty secrecy to his already cluttered existence. What keeps him from complete irrelevance is his genuine desire to change course someday, even if that someday never quite arrives. The anime finds comedy in his eternal struggle between the person he claims he'll become and the person he actually is right now: unmotivated, easily distracted, and perpetually caught between his mother's faith in him and his own spectacular lack of follow-through. It's a portrait of youthful stagnation played for laughs.