A hardened killer gets reassigned to a unit of elite lunatics, and the show's entire joke is that nobody here takes anything seriously. Every soldier is stronger than they have any right to be, which means the comedy doesn't come from them failing, it comes from them succeeding while acting like absolute idiots. Watching the "God of Death" have to function in a squad where the baseline is chaos is the whole game.
A legendary soldier with a reputation forged in blood gets reassigned to the most chaotic unit in the military: the PaPaRa Army. His new comrades are theoretically elite, but their execution of basic soldiering involves explosions, property damage, and comedy that would make a drill sergeant weep. Standard protocol means nothing here. Orders become suggestions. Missions become excuses for elaborate jokes at the expense of anyone nearby. The God of Death finds himself caught between maintaining military discipline and surviving the relentless absurdity of his new team. Every day brings a fresh catastrophe wrapped in slapstick humor. Whether they're actually accomplishing anything as soldiers remains debatable, but entertainment value is guaranteed. This is comedy that prioritizes laughs over coherence, where tactical operations devolve into organized chaos and the line between competence and disaster blurs completely. If you want a story driven by plot, keep moving. But if you crave ridiculous action and characters committed entirely to the bit, the PaPaRa Army is waiting to recruit you.