Red Uzumaki Execution

The smoke hadn’t settled from the plaza when Karin Uzumaki rose from her chain-forged throne. The blood had not dried. The bodies had not cooled.

But the sinners with titles still lived.

The towers of bureaucracy still stood.

The elite still clung to paper seals and emergency scrolls.

The old men who wore red-stained robes of politics still whispered in their panic chambers.

They had ordered her mother's death.

They had funded the experiments.

They had signed the decrees.

Karin walked toward the Central Judiciary Pillar, the political heart of Kusagakure.

Her gait was perfect.

Her chains trailed behind her like scripture being written in real time.

The streets ahead bent slightly under her spiritual pressure.

A name formed on her tongue:

“Maguro Kaneda. Director of Civilian Experimentation. You wore red ink. But I see red blood.”

She whispered it like a poem.

Chains hummed around her.

He was next.

Maguro Kaneda Dies in Twelve Steps

She found him hiding beneath the Civil Codex Hall—a bunker carved into stone, once used to store the “genetic registries” of captured Uzumaki. Now, a tomb.

He wore ceremonial armor. Etched in jade. Reinforced at joints. He was a taijutsu expert from the old war—renowned for his "Lungcrusher Kata."

He stood when he saw her.

His voice trembled, but he managed a stance.

“You—you're just a girl.”

Karin smiled—softly, divinely.

“I’m the daughter of every girl you dissected.”

The fight began instantly.

He rushed forward with a blinding lung-kick combo, aiming for her solar plexus. Karin pivoted—not away, but inside the strike zone.

Her left shoulder turned, absorbing the blow with Uzumaki Tekkai. His shin bounced off her ribcage like it hit a monument.

Before he could retreat, she dropped into a low Uzumaki Uzumaki Base Stance—an ancient posture lost since the fall of Uzushio.

Then—

A blur.

She lunged forward and swept his legs from beneath, driving her knee into his descending back, pinning him mid-air.

Two chains erupted from her calves, piercing the stone floor and anchoring her body—turning herself into a fulcrum.

His body hit the ground, windless.

Then the chains struck.

Twelve hits. Twelve lashes.

Each one perfectly spaced, angled, timed.

Not flailing. Not whipping.

A mathematical kata of divine punishment.

Each strike engraved a seal onto his body:

• "Silence."

• "Profit."

• "Womb Theft."

• "Gene Trade."

When she was done, he could not scream.

His voice box had been marked—not broken.

She stood over him.

“You catalogued our DNA. Now I catalog your sins.”

She lowered one palm to his chest.

A chain passed through his heart, pulling his soul, memory, and chakra signature into her palm like ink through silk.

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[Combat Memory Absorbed: Maguro Kaneda – Rank A Taijutsu Master]

[Skill Integration: Iron Whirlwind, Echo Parry, Lungcrusher Kata]

[Analysis Complete: Technique Weakness Logged – Predictable Third Step Arc]

His body turned to salt and ash.

The Tribunal of Masks

Next: the Council.

Five robed figures gathered in a seal-insulated chamber at the top of the Ministry of Harmony. The village's legal heart.

Each one wore a mask.

White with red markings.

Meant to anonymize judgment.

But Karin saw through them.

She burst through the council chamber wall without chakra, using only taijutsu and mass-enhanced footwork.

Stone shattered. Dust Uzumakied. Her silhouette emerged through debris like a living curse.

They scattered, drawing weapons. No chakra. Only desperation.

“You judged our children anonymously,” she said, “now I judge you personally.”

Scene becomes a ballet of taijutsu vs. taijutsu.

Each councilman was a retired shinobi elite, trained in a distinct martial art.

Combat Montage:

1st Mask: The Harpy Style – Bone-Breaking Reversal

* Her opponent aimed a palm thrust.

* Karin rotated under it, grabbed his elbow, and used his momentum to spin him—dislocating his arm at the joint.

* She slammed her forehead into his sternum. He dropped.

* Her chain pierced his soul from under the floorboards.

2nd Mask: Precision Knives

* Twin daggers, non-chakra infused, laced with poison.

* He used the short-range to force a brawl.

* Karin used her chain as a flexible whip to redirect blade paths.

* She slid into close-quarters, caught both wrists, and with one twist—shattered his spine with her knee.

3rd Mask: “Hummingbird Fang” Counterstyle

* She recognized it instantly.

* This man had trained with her mother’s killer.

* Her taijutsu adapted mid-fight—using Kaneda’s Lungcrusher form modified by her recent memory absorption.

* She stepped out of his rhythm, then back into it with a mirrored variant.

* His jaw snapped sideways as her palm strike detonated his skull from within.

The final two begged.

She didn’t answer.

Chains wrapped around them mid-cry.

Pulled their souls free like scrolls being unraveled.

One she fed to the 13th flame.

The other, she offered to the 12 candles as fuel.

Their names became scripture on the floorboards.

“There is no mercy,” she said. “Only order.”

Now only one remained.

Maika Yoru – Former ANBU, now Kusa's last battlefield commander.

Rank: S-Class Taijutsu Master.

She waited atop the Obsidian Arena, once used for public executions.

They said she once fought Might Guy to a draw.

“I trained taijutsu before you learned to braid seals.” - She said to Karin.

Karin didn’t flinch.

“Then I’ll honor you by breaking you with my hands alone.”

No chains. No chakra. Just taijutsu.

The duel began.

And it was flawless.

Every punch, every parry, every feint—they flowed like mirrors of bloodline and war. Karin’s Uzumaki Form countered Maika’s brutal earth-rooted stance with elegant, high-velocity internal rotation.

Maika struck first.

Elbow to shoulder. Palm to throat. Sweep to gut.

Karin absorbed every blow through Uzumaki Tekkai, using body-as-conductor, converting each strike into momentum for her own responses.

Karin retaliated:

* Left hook to ear.

* Forearm twist with ankle trip.

* Spinning elbow to base of spine.

Maika fell—but twisted in midair and pinned Karin with her knee.

Karin smiled.

“Good.”

She rolled, catching Maika mid-fall and slammed her downward with a full-bodied rotation—fist-first.

Ribs exploded.

Maika gasped. Eyes wide.

“You’ve… surpassed us all…”

Karin leaned close. Her lips brushed the elder’s ear.

“You should have stopped them.”

One final punch.

Palm-strike to heart.

Maika died on impact.

Karin stood in the center of the Obsidian Arena.

Around her, five bodies burned into soul ash. One elder’s soul was preserved and offered to the Uzumaki Sea—a tribute, not an execution.

She drew a single chain across the stone.

It carved a Uzumaki glyph that shimmered red-hot.

“Let this mark remain until the stars fall. Let it whisper our truth.”

[Uzumaki Sigil Engraved: Judgment Seal – Red Uzumaki Execution Complete]

“The strong stood in my way.”

“Now they kneel in memory.”