Isekai in Hajime no Ippo with Gaolang’s Template

The bustling amateur boxing arena was filled with an air of anticipation. Today was a big day for both Ippo and Alex. This wasn't just any ordinary day; it was the day they would begin their journey toward becoming

professional boxers. Both of them were here to take part in the Pro-Test—the final step before earning their C-Class licenses and becoming officially recognized professional boxers.

The Pro-Test was a unique tradition in Japan. First, there was a written exam that tested a boxer's knowledge of the sport. Then, the real challenge began: each boxer had to face an opponent who was also taking the Pro-Test. The winner would be granted a C-Class License, while the loser would have to wait for another chance.

Ippo and Alex sat together in the stands, anxiously awaiting their turn. The gym was buzzing with amateur boxers preparing for their own tests, some stretching, others shadowboxing, while the crowd filled the small bleachers. Alex and Ippo had already passed the written exam and were just waiting for their respective bouts to begin.

Takamura, ever the presence in the room, sat with them, his usual cocky demeanor slightly subdued, though his eyes were filled with interest. "This is it, boys. The big day," he said, casually leaning back, arms crossed behind his head. "I wonder who's gonna stand out today."

Alex leaned back in his seat, cool and collected. "I'll be done in one minute, tops. You'll see." He smirked, but there was a quiet confidence in his eyes. Ippo nodded in agreement, but his focus was elsewhere—he was deep in thought about the upcoming test.

Suddenly, the entrance doors to the arena opened, and a hush fell over the small crowd as a familiar figure stepped inside. It was Mashiba Ryo—the man Alex had briefly seen earlier in the gym. The moment Mashiba walked into the arena, the atmosphere changed. His presence commanded attention. He was tall, lean, and his eyes glinted with an icy determination that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to look too long.

"What's he doing here?" Ippo asked, voice tight, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Mashiba.

Takamura raised an eyebrow. "Didn't expect him to be here today. Looks like he's in the Pro-Test too."

Mashiba's arrival threw everyone off guard. He had not only caught the attention of the crowd but also Alex and Ippo. While Alex was calm and unshaken, Ippo's heart started racing. He knew firsthand just how brutal Mashiba could be. His cousin Alex had already shown him the devastating impact of the Hitman Style, and now he had to watch someone else unleash that same deadly technique on an unsuspecting opponent.

The Fight BeginsMashiba's opponent was already in the ring, waiting anxiously. He had probably been informed of Mashiba's reputation, but nothing could prepare him for what was about to come. The bell rang,

signaling the start of the fight.

Mashiba wasted no time. His eyes were locked onto his opponent, his expression cold and determined. He immediately started circling, stepping forward with measured precision. He was using the Hitman Style, the same style Alex had perfected, but with his own unique spin on it.

Alex leaned forward slightly in his seat, confident. I've seen this before. If Mashiba faces me in the same style, his face will be on the canvas before he knows it. But even as Alex thought this, he couldn't help but admire Mashiba's technique. The guy's fast, but not fast enough.

Ippo, on the other hand, was watching intently, his body tense with anxiety. He knew the Hitman Styleall too well. I've been on the receiving end of it…His thoughts drifted back to all those training sessions with Alex, where he had been humiliated and battered by his cousin's unforgiving style. It's a monster.

Mashiba stepped forward, his lead hand swinging in a deceptive, sweeping motion designed to confuse his opponent. The opponent tried to react, but Mashiba's jab came at lightning speed, stunning him briefly. The crowd gasped as they saw the opponent stagger.

Without waiting for his opponent to regain his balance, Mashiba unleashed a rapid-fire barrage of jabs—each punch landing with precision, each one battering his opponent further. The referee's eyes were trained on the action, but Mashiba didn't stop there. With the opponent dazed, Mashiba threw a devastating lead hook that sent the man stumbling backward into the corner.

The crowd watched, breathless, as Mashiba finished the combination with a brutal cross that knocked the opponent flat on his back. The referee immediately moved in to check on the fallen fighter.

But what shocked everyone wasn't just the speed and power of Mashiba's attacks. It was that Mashiba didn't stop there. Even though his opponent was clearly unable to continue, Mashiba raised his fists again as if to land more blows.

The referee rushed in, waving his hands frantically, trying to stop him. "That's enough! He can't fight anymore!" But Mashiba didn't seem to care. He was still in the zone, his eyes cold and unfazed by the fact that his opponent had already been knocked out.

Alex was sitting there, leaning back, completely unfazed. He had seen this kind of aggression before, and his confidence never wavered. If it was me in there, that guy wouldn't have lasted long.

Ippo, on the other hand, had a serious expression on his face, his fists clenched tightly. His body was tense as if he could still feel the weight of Mashiba's blows from all those years of training. He knew how dangerous it could be when someone with that kind of speed and power could do whatever they wanted in the ring.

Even Takamura, who usually wasn't fazed by anything, was silent, his eyes wide in surprise. That was… something else.

The AftermathThe referee finally forced Mashiba to stop, his expression stern as he signaled the end of the fight. The small crowd, though not large, erupted into applause for the impressive display of speed and power.

Ippo stood up, his legs shaky. He wasn't sure if he should be relieved or afraid. Mashiba had only fought an amateur today, but Ippo knew that kind of technique would be devastating at the pro level. The thought made him feel even more determined to improve his own skills.

Alex, however, simply stood and stretched. "Now that was impressive," he muttered under his breath, a smirk on his face. "But I still wouldn't let him get away with it."

Takamura chuckled as he stood up, patting Ippo on the back. "Don't worry, kid. You'll get used to it. Just keep your head in the game."

Ippo nodded, but he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in his chest.

To Be Continued…