Unarmed runner outwits four swordswomen

2D hand-drawn Japanese TV anime: clean thin ink line art, flat cel shading, anime screencap look. Smear frames and speed lines. Soft pastel colours, overcast light. No text or subtitles. PLACE An Edo-period Japanese town street, painted backgrounds: wooden machiya townhouses with tiled roofs and lattice fronts, plain noren, paper lanterns, a wet road, misty hills. CHARACTERS Five adult women in their mid-20s with adult proportions, original designs, delicate faces, detailed eyes. The runner: long straight black hair with bangs, dark-red off-shoulder knit top, black mini skirt, black tights. Unarmed. The four swordswomen each carry a slim sword: Grey: black hair in a high bun, round glasses, grey jacket. Rust: brown hair half up, butterfly earrings, rust-brown jacket. Cream: black bob with white-blonde front strands, round glasses, cream cardigan. Mint: platinum-blonde high bun, pink-tinted glasses, mint-green cardigan. THE STORY One unarmed woman, too fast for four swordswomen: she slips past every blade in a streak of lightning, steals a kiss from each, and walks away smiling. THE RULE OF SPEED Every time the runner slips away from a blade or dashes to the next woman, her body smears into a streak and drags a long tail of crackling lightning along her path: thin, bright, forked bolts in two separate colours, electric blue and red, with sparks. The tail hangs for a second, then fades. The lightning only comes off her moving body; it is never a backdrop, never purple, never a glowing ball. THE KISS SHOTS Each kiss is a tight close-up: only the two faces fill the frame. Her lightning tail whips in behind the swordswoman, the runner's face slides in, she kisses, then streaks out and the tail fades. The reaction is small: a blink, lips barely parting, a blush rising. SHOTS (hard cuts) 00:00–00:04 One medium shot from the side at chest height, both women visible from the knees up. Grey swings her sword level at the runner's head; the runner bends straight backward and the blade passes over her face. The camera whips right as she straightens: Mint lunges and thrusts, the runner tilts her head and the blade slides past her neck. She smiles at Mint, then bursts away: her body becomes a streak with a tail of blue and red lightning tearing across the frame. 00:04–00:07 The camera whips along the tail and lands on the first kiss shot, in profile: Grey on the left, the lightning arriving behind her, the runner's face already in front of hers. One quick peck on the lips, and she streaks away. 00:07–00:09 Cut to a front close-up of Grey, the last sparks fading behind her. Her eyes open, her lips part, her fingers touch her cheek. 00:09–00:11 Cut to a medium shot: Rust on the left and Mint on the right in the foreground, backs to the camera, the runner facing us between them. They slash at her head from both sides; she drops into a crouch and the blades cross above her hair. Then she shoots out to the right as a streak, leaving a blue and red tail. 00:11–00:12 Cut to an extreme close-up of the runner's eyes. A sword blade glides across the bottom of the frame just under them. Her eyes slide sideways. 00:12–00:15 Cut to the second kiss shot: Rust's startled face, the tail whipping in behind her, the runner at her side kissing her cheek, then gone in a new streak. The tail fades; Rust stares sideways. 00:15–00:18 Cut to the third kiss shot: Cream's face, the tail whipping in, the runner's smiling face over her shoulder kissing her cheek, then gone. The tail fades. Cream blinks. 00:18–00:19 Cut to a side-on wide shot of the road: a streak crosses the whole frame from left to right, dragging a tail of blue and red lightning as long as the frame, the others swinging at air. 00:19–00:22 Cut to the fourth kiss shot: Mint's face, the tail whipping in, the runner kissing her cheek from the left, then gone. The tail fades. Mint's lips form a small O. 00:22–00:26 Cut to a wide shot. The runner stands in the middle of the road. All four charge her from four sides and bring their swords down together; she is gone and the blades cross on empty air. The crossing point bursts into a red-and-white impact frame and this time her tail is pure red: forked red lightning tears across the whole frame. The camera whips away along it. 00:26–00:30 Cut to a wide shot: the four stand apart in the road, swords lowered, turning to look behind them. The runner slides in from the right edge and stops in a tight close-up, her face filling the frame, the four behind her. A last thread of red lightning crawls over her bare shoulder and goes out. She looks into the lens and slowly smiles. Hold. SOUND An electric crack on every dash, a soft gasp after each kiss, a boom on the red burst. No dialogue or music. AVOID 3D render, CG, photoreal look, the runner holding a sword, changing faces or outfits.