There is the soft bell-ring of wind chimes swaying in the warm summer breeze. A light, lilting sound.

In Tsumiki 's words, it 's

relaxing,

although Shiki had never really managed to find it as such. Instead, whenever Shiki looks up and sees a set of wind chimes dangling from the corner of a roof, she 's filled with a sudden, childish urge to break it. There 's something about the decorative bell that makes such an act oddly ' tempting, inexplicably enough '

But Shiki knows better than to give in to pointless urges. Discipline is important, she reminds herself.

'Alright, ' Kinji says. At the sound of her classmate 's voice, Shiki allows her attention to be drawn back to her current company.