I lived my life the way I wanted already and I had no regrets, even in my death. I didn’t die miserably or live horribly. I was like an average Jane. So, what’s the point in reincarnating a soul like that? Also, why am I a freaking magical wand in my second life?! I hate magical girls and anything related to them! (Or alternately, “Why does my magical wand feel more like my arch-nemisis than my support?” says the magical school girl.)