Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Ronin/Toopers save good memories and an obsession with Anubis/Shutendoji...
Sendril, Yukito, Shinji, sanctuary and its in inhabitance are mine...
At the edge of Argo's realm , a quiet place, a healing place. It called simply Sanctuary. Over the long centuries of Argo's Reign many have found there way there, some feeling, some coming by Choice, almost all seeing Redemption. The immortal healer Sendril and the Frost Child, Youkito, maintain its peace, and secrecy. It was not uncommon for the Ancient to bring someone he thought he could save from the ruler's evil. Many have passed their doors, some choosing to stay, others never making it passed the rooms of healing...
Now with Argo's defeat, the ancient brings one more soul into the Sanctuary and Sendril's healing hands...
A ghostly form stands on the bridge looking at the body floating in the calm water. He frowns, the task is done, Kayura is freed. With a few gestures the body rises from the water. He senses life there, bit it is faint and fragile. There is little time. He cradles the body in his arms, feeling the water from the lake weighing down the clothing.
"...Rest Shuten..." He said cradling him closer. "...Your battle is over now.
With a thought they vanish from the bridge, leaving behind the soft cadence of a monk's staff.