Isekai in Hajime no Ippo with Gaolang’s Template

A loud roar of an engine echoed through the streets as Alex Makunouchi's Ferrari F40 pulled into the Kamogawa Boxing Gym's front parking lot. The sleek red supercar gleamed under the morning sun as he carefully maneuvered it into a space near the entrance.

Behind him, Ippo parked his Porsche 911 in the back before deciding to move it to the front as well. The deep rumble of the exhaust caught the attention of everyone inside the gym.

Inside, Aoki, Kimura, and Takamura were finishing their warm-ups when they heard the thunderous engine noise outside.

Aoki wiped his forehead with his towel and blinked. "What the hell is that sound?"

Kimura squinted toward the entrance. "It's way too loud to be a normal car..."

Takamura, arms crossed, walked past them. "That's the sound of money."

Curious, the three stepped outside, and as soon as they did, their jaws dropped.

Right before them, Alex stepped out of his Ferrari F40, the sleek Italian supercar radiating pure automotive excellence. The red paintjob gleamed, and the low-slung body and aerodynamic curves made it look like a machine built for speed.

Aoki's mouth hung open. "No way..."

Kimura rubbed his eyes, as if trying to make sure he wasn't dreaming. "Holy shit... That's a Ferrari F40! Alex, is that really yours?"

Takamura, however, ignored their reactions and walked straight up to the car, running his gloved hands across the hood. He let out a satisfied sigh, his face lighting up with a stupid grin.

"This... this feels like heaven."

Alex raised an eyebrow, his face twisting in mild disgust. "Weirdo."

Ippo got out of the Porsche 911, shaking his head as he walked past Takamura. "You're acting like you've never seen a nice car before..."

Yagi followed them inside, while Aoki and Kimura finally snapped out of their daze and quickly rushed after Alex, still stunned by the sight of the Ferrari.

"You bought a new car?!" Kimura asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

Alex smirked, shrugging casually. "Yeah. Looks cool, right?"

Kimura practically threw his hands into the air. "What do you mean 'cool'?! That thing is amazing!"

Aoki nodded aggressively. "Yeah, man! That's not just any car. That's a freaking legend!"

Meanwhile, Takamura had finished his inspection of the Ferrari and walked back inside. Seeing Kimura still animatedly talking to Alex, he strode up to them, placed his hands on his hips, and grinned smugly.

"A car like that suits a figure like me."

For a moment, everyone paused.

Then Alex let out a short laugh. "Then why don't you buy one? You can afford it, right?"

Takamura's grin vanished instantly. Without warning, he grabbed Alex by the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer.

"You know I'd be broke if I bought a car that expensive, right?!" he yelled directly into Alex's ear.

Alex, unfazed, swatted Takamura's hand awayand picked his ear with his pinky finger. "Tch. If you didn't gamble away all your money in Las Vegas, you could've bought one."

Takamura's face twitched in irritation. His fists clenched, and for a moment, it looked like he was ready to punch Alex on the spot.

However, before the situation escalated, a deep voice cut through the commotion.

"Alright, enough of this nonsense!"

Everyone turned to see Coach Kamogawa standing by the ring, arms crossed, his usual stern expression locked in place.

The old coach picked up a pair of boxing hand wraps from the bench and tossed them toward Ippo and Alex.

"Put these on and start warming up. We're doing some sparring today to prepare for Ippo's upcoming fight."

Takamura reluctantly backed off, clicking his tongue in annoyance before sticking his tongue out at Alex like a child.

Kimura and Aoki facepalmed simultaneously, their expressions filled with secondhand embarrassment.

"Why does he always have to act like that?"Kimura muttered under his breath.

Aoki sighed. "I don't know, man. He's like a big-ass toddler."

Ignoring Takamura's antics, Ippo nodded seriously. "Yes, Coach!"

He quickly headed to the locker room to change into his boxing attire and began wrapping his hands with precision.

Alex, however, didn't follow right away. Instead, he turned to Ippo.

"Hey, where's the key to the Porsche?"

Ippo, mid-way through wrapping his hands, glanced at him. "It's in my bag."

Alex retrieved the key and stepped back outside. He walked to the Porsche 911, popped open the trunk, and pulled out a neatly packed shoebox. He opened it, revealing a brand-new pair of high-cut black boxing shoes—his very own Makunouchi Dynasty signature shoes.

As he stepped back inside, Aoki immediately noticed the shoebox in Alex's hands.

"Whoa! Are those your new brand shoes?"

Kimura's eyes lit up in recognition. "Isn't that called the Makunouchi Dynasty?"

Alex smirked, lifting the box slightly. "Yeah. Cool, right?"

Before the conversation could continue, Coach Kamogawa clapped his hands together.

"Enough chit-chat! Hurry up and get in the ring."

Alex quickly laced up his new black boxing shoes, feeling the perfect fit as he tightened them around his ankles. He then put on his gloves and climbed into the ring, where Ippo was already waiting, wearing his headgear and gloves.

They stepped toward each other.

Tap! Their gloves met in a light touch,

Alex Makunouchi stood in his signature Hitman Style, his right hand extended forward in a loose guard, his left cocked at an angle, waiting to flick out his flicker jab at any moment. His eyes were locked onto Ippo, who was in his Peekaboo Style, his gloves high, head slightly bobbing as he stayed light on his feet.

The moment the bell rang, Ippo wasted no time.

Dash!

He exploded forward before Alex could extend his jab, launching a leaping left hook toward Alex's head.

Alex's sharp instincts kicked in. He stepped his back foot and leaned back, narrowly avoiding the powerful hook.

Thud!

Ippo quickly followed up, throwing a right uppercut to the body, aiming to dig into Alex's ribs.

Alex instinctively blocked it with his forearm, absorbing the impact. But Ippo wasn't done yet.

"Ora! Ora! Ora!"

He unleashed a barrage of lefts and rights, aiming directly at Alex's head.

Alex, however, remained composed. His shoulders rolled left and right, his hips twisting just enoughto deflect each punch off his gloves and forearms, effectively negating Ippo's offense.

Then, in a flash—

Pivot!

Alex smoothly angled to the side and escaped the exchange before Ippo could adjust.

They reset, standing at a distance once more.

Coach Kamogawa, watching intently from the outside, nodded approvingly.

"That's progress, Ippo! Keep it up! Don't let Alex breathe!"

Ippo wiped the sweat forming on his brow and nodded. "Yes, Coach!"

This time, instead of blindly charging in, Ippo adjusted his approach.

As he stepped forward, Alex finally flicked out his jab—a signature move that had kept many opponents at bay.

Flick! Flick! Flick!

Multiple flicker jabs landed against Ippo's headgear, preventing him from advancing.

Thwack! Thwack!

Even though the punches weren't hard, they were snapping his head back, disrupting his rhythm.

Ippo gritted his teeth and remained focused. He had to get inside.

Slip!

He ducked and weaved, managing to slip through Alex's barrage.

Seeing Ippo closing in, Alex launched a right cross—

Boom!

It connected flush on Ippo's headgear, forcing him to reset his stance again.

This exchange repeated for the remainder of the round—Ippo trying to get inside, Alex controlling the distance with jabs and counters.

Finally, the bell rang to signal the end of the round.

Ding! Ding!

Ippo took a deep breath, his face glistening with sweat as he walked back to the corner.

Coach Kamogawa handed him a water bottle, placing the tip into Ippo's mouth as he tilted his head back for a drink.

Across the ring, Alex stood calmly in his own corner, barely sweating.

Kamogawa patted Ippo on the shoulder. "Good job, kid. You're improving."

Ippo exhaled sharply. "But I still can't land a clean hit..."

The coach smiled. "That's because Alex reads you well. Try mixing it up—go for the body, then switch to the head. Keep him guessing."

Ippo nodded firmly. "Got it!"

As the second round began, Alex changed his stance, raising both hands into a high guard.

Ippo narrowed his eyes. He knew what this meant.

Alex was testing him.

Without hesitation, Ippo charged forward, determination burning in his chest.

This time, he targeted the body first.

"Hah!"

He threw a right cross aimed at Alex's ribs.

Alex, unfazed, ducked slightly, blocking it with his gloves.

Wham!

Ippo followed up with a left hook to the head, trying to catch Alex as he came up.

But Alex leaned backward, dodging it cleanly.

Tap!

Before Ippo could adjust, Alex threw a light right cross counter, landing on Ippo's headgear.

This pattern repeated—Ippo throwing combinations, Alex calmly countering him with sharp, precise shots.

Each time Ippo attacked, Alex's defense remained airtight, his footwork immaculate.

By the end of the round, Ippo hadn't landed anything significant, while Alex had peppered him with light counters at every opening.

Ding! Ding!

The sparring session was over.

Ippo removed his gloves, stepping forward to shake hands with Alex.

Alex did the same, gripping Ippo's hand firmly.

"I still have a lot to learn," Ippo admitted, his voice slightly tired.

Alex smirked. "Don't rush. Take your time and pick your combos carefully. You don't want to get countered like that in a real fight. People will punish you even harder."

Ippo nodded. "Yeah... I'll keep that in mind."

Coach Kamogawa stepped forward, placing a hand on Ippo's shoulder.

"You've been improving steadily, Ippo. Sparring with Alex every week is shaping you into a much better fighter."

From the side, Aoki crossed his arms, watching the exchange.

"Honestly... I feel like Ippo could beat a ranked opponent already."

Takamura, still punching the heavy bag in the corner, let out a chuckle.

"His skill set is already on par with the top five in his division."

Kimura smirked, shaking his head. "Well, if you get beat up by a monster every week, you're bound to improve by leaps and bounds."

As soon as Kimura finished his sentence, he felt a sudden chill down his spine.

He turned to see Coach Kamogawa staring directly at him.

"Put the gloves on," the coach said, his tone firm. "You need to get beat up too, so you can improve by leaps and bounds."

Kimura's face went pale.

"W-Wait, Coach, I was just joking—"

"No excuses."

Kimura's shoulders slumped, looking completely defeated.

From the side, Aoki started snickering, trying to hold back his laughter.

Unfortunately for him, Kamogawa's gaze shifted to him next.

"And don't worry, Aoki. You're next."

Aoki's face froze.

"Ehh?! Why?! I didn't even say anything! Why am I being punished?!"

He dropped to his knees, throwing his hands into the air in exaggerated frustration.