He doesn’t swing it; instead he carves a wooden ema plaque (the prayer board where people write wishes at festivals).
Lanterns glow, the crowd hushes, and everyone whispers the same word: Pray-to the altar, to the plaque, to the night itself.
Now every time you see tall altar + Axe, you’ll remember the sound of claps, the shine of lanterns, and the act of Pray.