It was a quiet morning, just how she liked it. The air was fresh and the sunlight barely pierced through the horizon, bathing the wasteland in a blanket of faint light. Something about this place made her return whenever she needed and Sabia was ready for another practice session. The training grounds belonging to the Army on Planet Vegeta were usually filled with the sounds of combat - punches landing, energy blasts flaring, and the constant shouts of Saiyan warriors pushing themselves to the brink. Perhaps meditating with the buzz of their voices and Ki's discharges would make her practice more challenging, though she wasn't going to push herself to the brink - not that way. She valued her sanity enough. Still, it wasn't a surprise that a secluded spot was what Sabia favored.... A place far from the prying eyes and overwhelming noise. This particular corner of the wasteland was her favorite. It offered a kind of solace that the drill hall or training grounds never could. Surrounded by towering rock formations and the occasional whisper of the wind, Sabia found the silence both comforting and... Inspiring.

She easily reached her usual spot, a flat, smooth cliff overlooking the barren expanse below. This perch gave her an observation point, a place where she could both lose herself in meditation and soak in the view surrounding her. The peace here allowed her to focus, to sharpen her mind alongside her physical prowess. As she settled onto the rock, crossing her legs and closing her eyes, Sabia took a deep breath. The cool morning air filled her lungs, and every fiber of her started to be fully awake. She felt the steady beat of her own Ki, like a second heart, a rhythmic pulse that was washing over her body. Pull and push - like an ocean's tides. Hmm... Good enough. Sabia focused on her breathing, next. Inhales were drawing her Ki inward, each exhale releasing any tension. She imagined her energy as a vibrant aura, glowing around her with an electric blue hue... And then slowly, methodically, she began to pull it all in. To hide it, conceal it. To call inside every shred of Ki outside, making it calmer, like a mirror surface of a still lake. The rhythmic pulse of her Ki aligned with her heartbeat, creating a gentle and harmonious flow within her. That's better. Her energy was in the form of waves, lightly ebbing and flowing, and with each cycle, she pulled her aura closer, tighter, until it hugged her form like a second skin... Yet it still was far from perfect.

The practice today had a certain goal, that's why Sabia was going to work on her meditation exclusively - that's why she hasn't moved from her spot, even if hours have passed. The Saiyans usually counted on their equipment to measure power levels, scouters, and other devices heavily influencing the marker. All in all, their society was based on a couple of numbers, so no surprise, really... However, technology could be easily tricked if one is not careful enough. Her father Shi'so learned to conceal his presence, or rather he would mask his power level during battles to catch enemies off guard. That was an interesting take. Taking notes from his shenanigans was a normal thing she did when she heard about his antics... Though Sabia wanted to include that ability in her daily life, making her power level lower than it was. She was already a low-class warrior, she needed more cards in her sleeves to both justify her growth and have an advantage over warriors relying on scouters alone. And besides, with a low enough power level she would be not worth picking anyone's interest.

Yet, to have that skill she first had to learn it. Sabia was quite good at controlling her Ki, but suppressing it was a different challenge. At first, she seemed to have it under control, though it proved to not be as easy. Hm, maybe Saiyans were not attuned to that—after all, they dared not to hide who they were. Her energy flared, leaking out from the veil she tried to suppress everything under. No, she stopped, taking on another try. Again, Sabia started from the beginning, looking for the key to this little technique, for the golden rule she could implement whenever she liked. She recalled her meditation training, years ago, and the calm state of mind she achieved during those sessions. Nowadays it was her base, her core, so... She needed to combine that tranquility with her natural control over her Ki. Slowly, she found the center again, her breathing steady, her mind clear. Hours passed, and Sabia remained focused. Gradually, she felt a shift. Her energy, usually vibrant and palpable, grew quiet in herself. It was as if she was drawing a cloak around her very essence, muffling her presence in the process... But from within, not outside. That was the difference.

The sun climbed higher in the sky, casting longer shadows over the wasteland as Sabia kept meditating. Her silhouette was still and unmoving in the scorching sun... The process was slow, each misstep leading to an uncontrolled flare of her Ki, but she persisted. She always was a stubborn one - so she kept going. The composure of hers was her pride, adding to that her natural control of her Ki, and, well... It should have taken less time. How come someone like her, who was all about the management of her body and mind needed so much time to find the right trick here Sabia's cold and calm demeanor was enough, it was just her nature, her Saiyan genes, that was staring at her from within... No, she was not going to be underestimated by some impulses inside, she was better than those apes. And just like that - she felt it. Another shift inside, her own energy signature was faint, barely detectable if she could say so. A small smirk tugged at her lips - finally. She was on the right track.

The rest was a matter of practice. After not-so-straining training, Sabia could suppress her energy at will, maintaining complete control over her presence. If she desired, she could lock her power level on a certain number, not being invisible, just easy to overlook. Her ability to lock her signature at a specific point could prove invaluable in the future. On reconnaissance missions, she could present herself as a non-threat, an easily neglected presence. This could allow her to gather intelligence without drawing attention to her... Why she didn't think of this before?

Standing up Sabia stretched her stiffened muscles. The more she practiced concealing her presence, the more natural it felt. Great, after the initial struggle now everything was coming along smoothly. Suppressing her Ki was going to be her second nature if she wanted to implement the tactic she just thought of. Sabia could mask her energy in the blink of an eye, maintaining her usual demeanor without any outward sign of the effort it required.

Now, she didn't want to get too ahead of herself. Practice makes perfect and after all, she was a very studious person. With a plan hatching in the back of her head, Sabia took off, flying towards the Capital of Planet Vegeta.

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Word Count - 1215
PL - 12,584
Technique - [ST1] Ki Conceal -[1TP]