Owajima smiled. "I left traces, warrior. Not many, and not significant to one without the training we share, but enough that you would have observed them. My particular Talent specialty, however, is singularly appropriate for one in this field." His smile grew. "I can, when I desire, make myself and my handiwork unnoticeable. It takes a particularly strong mind-shield to block that ability even partially; you saw nothing because I wished you not to."
Nevan nodded, returning the smile. "That makes me feel better. I got blown when I visited the base--didn't know about the open house, and ran into some clan-mates. I was afraid I'd let that distract me--but if you were using Talent, that wasn't my problem. Mind showing me how it works?"
"Not at all, though since you are already aware of me, the effect will not be complete."
If that was incomplete, Nevan thought seconds later, Kiyoshi Owajima must be capable of practically turning invisible. He knew the other was there, could see him perfectly well--but it was almost impossible to pay any attention to him. "Nice! I could've used that quite a few times."
Owajima became noticeable again. "It is less effective against a number of people, particularly when--as you did--they know I am present. But against few, or those who have not already seen me when I begin using it, you are quite correct; it is most effective."
"Too bad you can't teach it to all the agents." But that, Nevan knew, wasn't possible; while mind-screen, or the stronger mind-shield, and telepathy were common to everyone with Talent, the specialized aspects varied widely from person to person. "Would you like to see your inheritance?"
"Very much. The needler and blades in the clothing storage?"
Nevan chuckled. "That's them. Do you want to get them, or shall I?"
"There is no further need to invade your privacy, warrior."
"Nevan is fine--I'll go get them, then." He did so, grinning to himself. He'd been favorably impressed by the reports of Owajima's accomplishments; he was even more favorably impressed by the man himself. Not too many standard humans could take out a Sandeman warrior, even using Talent!