The Painted Ouroboros

Kirinokage smirked, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. "Heh, it seems I need to beat both of you first."

Old Man Leopold gulped, his face pale with fear, his hands trembling slightly as he clutched his walking stick.

Naomi's eyes narrowed with determination, her grip tightening on her pistols. "Let's go, Kaori."

Kaori nodded, her expression resolute, her muscles coiling like a spring ready to unleash. "Yeah."

Naomi and Kaori sprinted towards Kirinokage, their movements swift and precise, their footsteps barely making a sound on the forest floor. The leaves and twigs underfoot seemed to part for them, their agility and grace making them appear almost weightless. They raised their pistols in unison, the polished barrels catching the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. With a synchronized motion, they fired, the bullets whizzing through the air with deadly accuracy towards their target, the sound of gunfire echoing through the jungle.