Shizuo was fairly unphased by the fighting from the previous day. Hearing about the injuries people have sustained in the city, and the insane amount of deaths in other cities had left him with a bad taste in his mouth though. His anger at the kishin had been bubbling inside of him and was reaching near boiling point, and rather than stay cooped in his and Motochika's apartment, he'd decided to get out and get some fresh air.

Grinding his teeth slightly, he stormed in whatever direction his feet decided to take, eventually finding himself outside of the mall. He ran a hand through his hair and growled slightly, muttering something incomprehensible under his breath and trying to keep a lid on his built up anger.