Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Redemption is not kind ❯ Through the oaken doors ( Chapter 1 )

The knock in the Sanctuary door made Sendril pause in her instruction of four assistants. Guests were not expected with the storm raging outside. Yukito shook his pale head as he set down the tray he’d been carrying and headed for the door. Sendril close behind, giving orders as she went.
“Get a bed ready...full kit.” She said. “Prepare the surgery....”
Yukito opened the door, not surprised to see Kaos standing there, He was a frequent guest. Who he carried was quite a surprise, a red haired man in sodden, torn and blood stained monks robes. Sendril could feel the life force of the man slowly trickling away.
“...He is weak, badly injured.” Kaos’ voice was hollow as one speaking over a great distance.
“Bring him in,” She said, shoving the stunned frost child aside. “...Quickly.”
She ushered the warrior monk and his burden inside. Orders were immediately shouted and got the assistants they’d been training and the younger healers to move.
“...Warm blankets, dry clothes...” Yukito shouted, hustling a few of the surgeons toward the surgery.
One of the assistants moved to take the burden from the Kaos’ arms, but the warrior monk refused to surrender it.
“I see...Does he have a name or am I going to be stuck calling him “Drowned Rat”?” She asked as one of the assistants brought towels to clean up the dripping water.
She escorted the monk to the surgery and watched him lay down his burden.
“Get him out of those clothes, he’s liable to catch phenomena...” Yukito said as he instructed the healers and surgeons.
“He’s one of Argo’s men isn’t he...”
“Shuten...Koma..” Kaos said. “yes...but no more...”
She frowned, the man Kaos had carried into her surgery was the Oni Masho, or had been.
“...Don’t use that, he’s human...” Yukito said. “That needle goes in his arm...let me do that...”
“How did...” Sendril asked as a flock of servants parted to allow her access to the surgery
She turned to asked him why one of Argo’s masho had been brought to her, she did not hear him leave and the only sound in the hall was the fluttering of an empty set of monk’s robes falling to the floor.
“...A ghost, I get a Masho delivered to my door by a ghost.” she murmured.
“...He needs a bath...” She heard from the room where Yukito and the other healers were. “...Ugh, what did he fall into...a moat?”
“I guess that is my Que...”
She sighed and walked in.

Without a thought, the other healers parted allowing Sendril close. He’d been stripped of his sodden clothing and the healers were already tending to his wounds.
“...Pulse is faint...” Yukito said. “...Lungs sound like he swallowed swamp water...”
She pulled three stones out of a pouch at her hip. River worn, and flat each was marked with the Kanji for, Body, Soul, and life. She laid one stone on his forehead, the other on his heart, the third just above his pubic bone. She began to chant, the Sutra flowing from her lips. Each stone glowed, and the body arched.
“Hold him down...” Yukito said. “He’s going into convulsions...”
She changed her tones to softer ones.

She kept up the Sutra for almost two hours while the others tended the open wounds, broken and cracked bones, and deep bruises. When she finished, she staggered back, the tones dying on her lips.
“...Easy.” Yukito said, catching her.
She stood getting her bearings, maintaining the life energy while the others worked was not easy. It took much of her to do this.
“Rest a bit...” Yuki said pulling up a stool. “We’ll get him cleaned up to the point where he doesn’t smell like he dove head first into a privy...”
She gently collected her stones, brushing her fingers upon his skin. Warm life greeted her fingertips. She noted that bruises were already blooming in alarming places. The other healers were noticing this and responding appropriately.
“...He’s near stable. His injuries ware extensive.” Yukito said. “Sen...”
She turned sighing.
“We may have to move him...” She said. “He needs human medicines...”
“We can bring what we need here.” He looked at her face. “Is there a reason that you don’t want to have him here...”
“Yes, he is...was the Oni Masho...” She said. “We have heard nothing since the battle began, we do not know what has happened...”
“Would Kaos have brought him here...”
“Yuki, from what we have been hearing from those who have fled...”
“There was a reason he was brought...there is something different about him. He doesn’t stink of Argo’s evil.” Yukito said. “The worst he smells of is privy water...”
She smiled, then looked to where the other healers were working over the Vermilion haired Masho.
“When he is stable, I’ll take first watch...”
“As you wish, you know he’ll wake screaming...”
“Yes, most do...”
“Master Yukito...”
Yukito frowned and went to see what had gone wrong.