My name is Sasuke Uchiha.

And I am about to be executed today.

My life is something one would call, a road littered with mistakes, from swearing revenge, abandoning my village, and a thousand more, one after the other they fallowed each other, until one final mistake landed my here.

On a raised wooden platform, my shirt torn, body beaten and scarred, my hands chained, with a black masked man with an over sized axe to my right, a man reading off my crimes and sentence to my left, and the rest of Konoha in front of me, waiting for my head to roll on the floor.

Most men in my position would contemplate on the mistakes that they did, and beg for forgiveness, not me, instead I think on the few weeks that were before this day, and the people that visited my five feet by two feet prison cell.

People that I once dared to call my friends, team mates, fellow ninja, that now were looking at me from the front row, some with blank expressions, some with a disappointed look, some slightly glad, and two, just two, holding back tears.

As the man reading my crimes went on, my mind wondered to those weeks that passed.

My name is Sasuke Uchiha.

And these are my mistakes.