Watching the others lift first was entertaining. Not because of how much or little they lifted, but what Psionics could do to a seemingly scrawny and weak frame. There was a guy in our group that looked like a strong gust of wind would knock him over, yet he managed to lift a tonne before calling it, whereas another very sturdily built man could only keep up just over two hundred kilograms.
The teleport kid only managed to do forty kilograms and Francesca could only do forty as well. The phenomenon did leave me curious. As I knew Psionics strengthened each individual body in exactly the way it needed to. But for me, my body's strength tied is with how powerful I could get Psionically. I just couldn't imagine being that physically weak at this point.
It was now my turn to go. Sigfried and Tamara were being tested alongside me. The helpers that were carrying the weights around got straight to the point and asked each of us. "Starting weight?"
