Isekai in Hajime no Ippo with Gaolang’s Template

After finishing their meal, Alex drove Yagi back to his house. The city lights reflected off the sleek black exterior of the Porsche 911 as Alex navigated the quiet streets. Once Yagi was safely home, Alex waved goodbye and headed back to his own house, eager to rest for the next day.

The following morning, Alex picked up Ippo in his Porsche, the engine's soft purr adding a touch of excitement to their commute.

"Still feels surreal riding in this thing," Ippo admitted, glancing around the luxurious interior.

Alex smirked. "Get used to it, cousin. We're going places."

When they arrived at the gym, Alex parked the Porsche 911 prominently in front, drawing immediate attention from Kimura and Aoki, who were loitering near the entrance.

"Whoa! Alex!" Kimura called out, his jaw dropping as he walked over. "That's the Porsche we saw in your garage on your birthday, isn't it?"

Aoki followed, his hands on his hips. "Man, this thing looks even better in the daylight. You really went all out, huh?"

Alex shrugged nonchalantly, stepping out of the car. "Why not? It's a little reward for all the hard work. Plus, it drives like a dream."

The two marveled at the car, cracking jokes as they circled it.

"You know," Aoki began, grinning, "maybe I should start winning some fights too. Who knows? Maybe I'll buy myself a fancy ramen cart."

Kimura burst out laughing. "Or a scooter to match it!"

Their banter was interrupted by Yagi and Coach Kamogawa stepping out of the gym.

"Back to work, you slackers!" Kamogawa barked, though his tone carried a hint of amusement.

As everyone gathered inside, Alex turned to Aoki. "Hey, Aoki, Yagi told you about your upcoming fight, right?"

Aoki nodded. "Yeah, he mentioned it earlier."

"Do you have a date planned yet?" Alex asked.

"Not yet. Still waiting on final negotiations."

Alex grinned. "Well, if it isn't set, I've got an idea. Why not schedule it as part of my championship fight undercard? I'm confident this event will sell about $7 million in revenue."

Kimura and Aoki froze, their jaws practically hitting the floor.

"7 million?" Aoki exclaimed.

"Yeah," Alex said, nodding. "That's around 1 billion Japanese yen. And being on the undercard could earn you about $100,000—or roughly 14 million yen. What do you say?"

Aoki's mouth opened and closed as if searching for words.

"That's… that's way more than I could ever make selling ramen!"

"Exactly," Alex replied, clapping Aoki on the back. "It's a great opportunity. Let's make it happen."

Aoki finally regained his composure and grinned. "You know what? You're on. Let's do this!"

With that settled, everyone moved to their respective training routines. Alex focused on his cardioThe gym bustled with energy as Coach Kamogawa oversaw training. Ippo was in his corner, weaving under ropes set up along the floor, honing his defensive movement. Sweat dripped from his brow as he bobbed and weaved, each motion sharp and purposeful, before unloading a flurry of punches on the heavy bag.

On the other side of the gym, Alex was undergoing stamina training. Though no one had yet survived past the third round against him, Kamogawa insisted on preparing for the day someone might.

"Keep going, Alex!" Kamogawa shouted as Alex sprinted back and forth across the gym floor.

Takamura, running alongside Alex, growled, "I'm not letting you outpace me, kid!"

Alex smirked, effortlessly pulling ahead. "Try to keep up, Takamura! That title's slowing you down!"

Takamura's face twisted in mock rage as Alex finished the sprint several paces ahead of him. "You're lucky I haven't had my morning coffee yet!" Takamura huffed, hands on his knees.

After catching his breath, Alex returned to the gym floor, wiping his face with a towel.

"Alex!" Kamogawa called. "Get in the ring. You're sparring Ippo—only jabs this time."

Alex raised an eyebrow but nodded, hopping into the ring. Ippo was already waiting, shadowboxing and adjusting his gloves.

"Only jabs?" Alex asked, smirking as he stepped toward the center.

Kamogawa nodded. "Only jabs. Let's see how Ippo handles it."

The bell rang, and Alex wasted no time firing off sharp, piston-like jabs.

Ippo ducked and weaved, narrowly avoiding the first few punches. "He's fast!" Ippo thought as he moved. But as Alex began mixing up the rhythm, slipping in feints, Ippo struggled to dodge every shot.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Alex's jabs landed with precision, each punch finding its mark on Ippo's gloves, shoulders, or forehead.

"Keep moving, Ippo!" Kamogawa barked.

"I'm trying, Coach!" Ippo called back, his voice muffled as another jab grazed his cheek.

The scene quickly took on a comedic tone.

"Are you shadowboxing or sleepwalking?" Alex teased, landing another jab on Ippo's forehead.

Ippo ducked under one jab but immediately ate another to the side of his head. "Ouch! Alex, give me a second to breathe!"

"You'll breathe after the round!" Alex quipped, firing three rapid jabs that left Ippo reeling.

The gym erupted into laughter as Aoki and Kimura leaned against the ropes, enjoying the spectacle.

"Look at him go!" Aoki cried, nearly doubling over with laughter. "Ippo looks like he's trying to dodge raindrops!"

Kimura added, "Man, this is like watching a cat chase a laser pointer!"

Alex chuckled between punches, thinking to himself, "Better to toughen him up now. If he learns to handle this, he'll avoid brain damage later."

Despite the lighthearted atmosphere, Ippo didn't back down. He pressed forward, determined to weave through the barrage of jabs. Occasionally, he managed to dodge a punch and get close, only for Alex to step back and reset the distance.

"Come on, Ippo, you've got this!" Takamura called out, though even he was laughing under his breath.

After a solid round of jabs, the bell rang, signaling the end of the spar. Ippo dropped to his knees, panting heavily, his face flushed but smiling.

Alex extended a hand, helping him up. "Good job, Ippo. You're getting sharper."

Ippo grinned, wiping sweat from his face. "Thanks… but I think I need an ice pack for my forehead."

The gym echoed with laughter as Takamura muttered, "Looks like we've got a jab machine in the making."

Kamogawa crossed his arms, a small smile playing on his lips. "Good work, both of you. Now back to training."

As Ippo stumbled off the ring, rubbing his head, Alex smirked. "Next time, I'll use my right hand too."

Ippo groaned. "Please don't…"

Everyone laughed, the gym's lively atmosphere underscoring the bond they shared, even during tough training sessions.

 To be continued...