A helmeted Samurai bows, steady and formal, before a little altar - the Indicate banner points to an empty bowl - the yawning figure of Lack shows what’s missing.
He lifts a carved seal and slams it down with a hollow “kan!” - vermilion paste blooming like a red sun: a 落款 (artist’s/temple seal; think goshuin, the shrine-stamp you collect) that turns empty hands into an offered promise-sincerity, clause, and hospitality all stamped in one vivid beat.