Mace Windu has never really been sure what to make of Obi-wan Kenobi.
The boy came to them by way of the ice moon of Kaitan, cold enough that it's yearly climate was comparable to Hoth. Just as well; his parents were both acrinian miners and that kind of environment is no place for a child. His time as an initiate was also relatively unremarkable; the boy was undoubtedly smart but also had his fair share of problems – something about prank hacking.
From the beginning, Yoda seemed oddly fascinated with young Obi-wan. When pressed, he admitted that he saw that Kenobi had an important role to play in the events of the future but, try as he might, Master Windu could see no talent, no special quality, that would set the boy apart from any of the other thousands of jedi housed within the order. He did not have the serene discipline of a philosopher, nor the undiluted brilliance of a true scholar; he was not possessed the natural logic of a born ambassador or even the penumbral ferocity of a warrior for the light. He continued to struggle with emotions and ethics throughout the course of his apprenticeship, remaining persistently in the shadow of his maverick Master.
It is not until Kenobi contacts the council to report the death of his Master and the defeat of Darth Maul (a Sith, by Force!) that he begins to understand just how wrong he has been.
Almost a decade later and Obi-wan Kenobi surpassed all expectations.
There is no sign of serene discipline; if anything the man seems almost constantly bemused. The natural logic is also absent – he teaches and persuades his students with the gentle wisdom of humor and empathy. He relies more on common sense than undiluted brilliance to solve his problems and anyone caught trying to describe the approachable master with the word 'ferocious' would be laughed out of the temple.
And yet, here he exists: a brilliant scholar an philosopher, his grasp of tactics almost prodigal. Known across the galaxy as 'the Negotiator' he has done things that would have been impossible for any other ambassador, has brought peace to dozens of systems without a single drop of bloodshed. And his prowess as a warrior has become equally legendary; born in wake of that fateful mission to Naboo it has only grown, doubled and tripled, with every fight, every mission, every impossible triumph of The Team and the highly trained (and decorated) armies that they command.
Obi-wan Kenobi is no longer mistaken for an average jedi. What confuses Master Windu to no end is that he knows, he knows, that for all his observations, analysis, and his unique talent with shatter points, he still missing a piece of the puzzle. He is frustrated by this failure – sitting through dozens of council trying to see underneath the underneath, to gaze into the deep waters of his fellow councilmember's existence within the Force.
Three years into the clone wars and he has given up trying to understand and resolved himself to the fact that he will never know what makes Kenobi tick.
For his part, Obi-wan is wholly unaware of Master Windu's confusion and is just glad that Mace has stopped staring at him all the time.