She is Haku

I quickly began weaving hand signs, preparing a powerful ninjutsu. "Fire Style: Great Fireball Technique!" I shouted as a massive ball of flames roared to life and surged toward her. However, just as the fireball neared, she countered effortlessly, freezing it solid with her own technique.

"So, it's the Kekkei Genkai... Ice Release," I remarked, realizing her unique ability. "You must be from the Yuki Clan, and your skill level is probably at least Jonin."

Acknowledging her strength, I knew I needed to switch tactics. I closed the distance between us, launching into a taijutsu assault to bring the fight up close. If I could keep her off balance in close combat, I might have a chance to break through her defenses. I aimed a swift strike at her midsection, hoping to push her into a purely physical confrontation.

As our taijutsu battle raged on, it quickly became clear that she was skilled in close combat as well. I decided to increase my speed, pushing myself to move even faster, launching a series of rapid blows. Yet, she kept pace with me, matching my strikes with precision. We exchanged blow after blow, neither of us willing to back down.

Then, without warning, she leaped back, creating a significant distance between us. It seemed like she had realized that a pure taijutsu fight wouldn't be enough to defeat me. Her stance shifted slightly, and I could sense she was preparing something different, perhaps returning to her ninjutsu to tip the scales in her favor. I braced myself, ready for whatever she would try next.

As she retreated, I saw her hands quickly form the signs for Thousand Flying Water Needles of Death. In an instant, thousands of sharp water needles shot towards me, aiming to pierce from all directions. I reacted swiftly, using the Body Flicker Technique to evade the deadly barrage, creating a larger distance between us, knowing the jutsu's range was limited.

With a quick motion, I drew a katana from my scroll, infusing it with lightning chakra to enhance its cutting power. The blade crackled with energy as I charged forward, deflecting any remaining needles with ease. I closed in on her at a speed that caught her off guard, giving her no time to react.

But instead of striking her down, I reached out with my free hand and tore the mask from her face. As it fell away, the face that emerged was one I could never forget—Haku. The realization hit me like a lightning bolt, and for a moment, I stood there, katana still crackling, staring into the eyes of someone I had come to know not as an enemy, but as a friend.

I stood there motionless, my grip on the katana loosening as I processed what had just happened.

(A/N: He made Aurora control his memories of the Anime, to make his relationship with her be even real and genuine.So he forget that she was Haku)

Haku didn't seem to realize that her mask had been removed, and in the midst of the confusion, another barrage of needles struck me. I felt the sting as they pierced my skin, blood trickling down, but the injuries were not severe. Due to my sage body, soon my body was healed, and no injuries were seen. And my body, hardenes through intense training, was strong enough to withstan the attack.

Due to pain, I woke up from the confusion.

"Haku", I called out, my voice steady but carrying a hint of disbelief.

She froze, her eyes widening in shock. Her expression was mixture of surprise and uncertainty, as if she couldn't comprehend how I recognize her easily. It was only then that she realized her mask had fallen away, exposing her face.

The tension hung in the air, the reality of the situation settling in for both of us.

"Haku, I see you're with him," I said softly, a touch of sadness in my voice. I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, though I understood why she was standing on the opposite side.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice filled with guilt.

"There's no need to apologize," I replied, my tone gentle. "We may be enemies right now, but I'm still your friend. That hasn't changed. It's the truth."

Tears began to well up in her eyes, and I stepped closer, wrapping my arms around her in a comforting embrace. I wiped the tears from her cheeks, feeling the weight of the moment. "You're so loyal to him," I murmured. "He must be the one who helped you when you were in trouble."

She gave a small, silent nod, confirming my suspicion.

"Then at least tell me your story now," I continued, my voice almost a plea. "You've brushed it off so many times before."

"Okay," she said quietly, her voice steadying as she prepared to share her past. "I will tell you."