Six samurai sprinting through neon verticality on a kite, a shopping cart, whatever moves. One minute to last call. The animation doesn't pause for you to catch up. Every frame is velocity, every cut is a gear shift, every second bleeds into the next until they hit the bar door and collapse into the only moment that matters: the drink waiting for them. This is what happens when a studio decides action doesn't need a story, just purpose. A bunch of veterans willing to be late for nothing.
Six samurai tear through a neon-soaked megacity in a desperate race against the clock. Their mission: reach their favorite bar before last call. What should be simple becomes gloriously chaotic when conventional transportation is nowhere to be found. These warriors hijack whatever moves, commandeer whatever flies, and ride whatever stays upright long enough to cover ground. A kite becomes a vehicle. A rooftop becomes a ramp. Physics becomes a suggestion. This one-minute sprint is pure adrenaline wrapped in a love letter to friendship and routine. There's genuine warmth underneath the mayhem, a reminder that even the most fearsome fighters cherish something as ordinary as drinks with friends. The animation crackles with kinetic energy, every frame packed with creative absurdity and sharp humor. Perfect for viewers who appreciate action that doesn't take itself seriously, who love character dynamics built on shared history and mutual affection, and who get the comedy of watching skilled warriors treat a pub visit like a life-or-death mission. It's brief, it's brilliant, it's exactly what a short film should be.