A high school girl wishes to paint without putting in the work. The gods take her literally. Raijin summons real-life masters like Hokusai and tells them to teach her anyway, and the show treats this setup with the same deadpan energy a lazy student would use to argue her way out of homework. The masters bicker about technique while she half-listens. Her growth never feels earned, which is exactly the point, watching someone accidentally become good at something because she's too tired to quit is funnier than any montage could be.
Tenkorin Okakura wants to be a painter, but she's got zero discipline and even less patience for the actual work involved. One night, a fever dream leads her to make a desperate plea to the heavens: let her skip the whole struggle and just become talented overnight. The universe apparently has a sense of humor. A god named Raijin takes her wish seriously enough to summon actual historical artists into the modern world and assigns them as her tutors. Now Tenkorin's stuck with an eccentric roster of real-life masters who refuse to let her slide by on shortcuts. Each artist brings their own teaching style, their own quirks, and their own refusal to accept her excuses. What starts as a cosmic punishment becomes something stranger: a genuine education, one lesson at a time. Tenkorin discovers that becoming a real artist means confronting her own laziness, developing actual skill, and learning why the work matters in the first place. It's comedy wrapped around slice-of-life growth, where historical figures become unlikely mentors and a slacker learns what passion actually looks like.