Now this is a battle

Kretos was feeling a bit bored as he was waiting for numerous things to happen. He was waiting for his sword to be made, he was waiting for the tournament to happen, and he was waiting for his memories to return. All he was doing was waiting and that was starting to infuriate him. 

'Hmm, should I just leave this place and go around the land? Surely if I travel all over the place, someone would recognize me. Maybe I can even find someone strong enough to satisfy my thirst for battle... Though, I am quite interested in fighting those elves in the tournament... Hmmm, I guess I'll stick around until the tournament's over.' 

After making his decision Kretos sat crossed leg on the corner of his room trying to condense the mana flowing through him. He couldn't remember much, but he knew that his current self was rather weak, well in comparison to the person in his memories.