Fusuke assembles scattered war survivors piece by piece, and every one of them lands as instantly likeable because the show refuses to waste time on tragic backstory, it just throws you into the chaos and lets you love them anyway. The comedy hits harder than shows twice its budget because the timing knows when to cut away, and the fight choreography actually breathes instead of screaming. This is 90s anime before everything got weighted down with mythology; it trusts you to care about a simple crew of misfits hunting down the people who erased them from history.
Fusuke carries the weight of history in a child's body. As former captain of the first Ninku division, he survived a war that decimated his entire ninja clan and left his mother missing. Now the Imperial Army controls the narrative, painting the Ninku as villains who started the conflict. Fusuke refuses to accept that ending. His search for his mother becomes a journey across a war-torn landscape where the past refuses to stay buried. Along the way, he reconnects with Aicho and Touji, fellow Ninku captains who also carry scars from defeat. Together they're hunted by an Imperial Army desperate to erase the last traces of a clan that once commanded extraordinary ninja powers. What begins as a personal quest transforms into something larger: a fight for truth against propaganda, for survival against overwhelming odds, and for the future of a culture nearly erased from existence. This is a show about fractured families, fractured nations, and the people who refuse to vanish quietly into history.