Isekai in Hajime no Ippo with Gaolang’s Template

BONUS CHAPTER

January 2, 1992 – Kamogawa Gym, Tokyo, JapanThe rhythmic sound of gloves meeting fleshechoed through the gym as Alex and Ippo sparred in the ring.

Ippo threw a fast, well-balanced straight punch, his footwork crisp as he aimed for Alex's guard.

THUD!

Alex effortlessly deflected it with his shoulder, pivoting slightly before preparing a counter.

Meanwhile, in the background, Aoki and Kimura were busy cleaning the gym, sweeping the floor and wiping down the equipment.

Takamura, sitting lazily in the corner, was wrapping his wrists, looking unimpressed. He watched them work, then scoffed.

"Why the hell are you two cleaning? Don't we have a cleaner for that?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Aoki, not even looking up, grumbled, "They're on vacation, spending time with their families."

Kimura sighed, shaking his head. "New Year was just yesterday, Takamura. You don't expect them to work the next morning, do you?"

Takamura leaned back, stretching his fingers before cracking his knuckles. "I'm just asking. No need to get so pressed…" He smirked. "Or maybe you two want to spar? Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."

His eyes gleamed with mischief as he turned toward them.

"Both of you."

Aoki and Kimura immediately froze, their faces turning pale.

Before Takamura could step forward, the office door creaked open.

Coach Kamogawa stepped out, his sharp eyes scanning the gym before locking onto the two fighters in the ring.

"You two, stop that. I have some good news for you."

Aoki and Kimura, seizing the opportunity to avoid Takamura's challenge, quickly nudged him.

"Hey, look. Coach got something to say."

Takamura clicked his tongue. "Lucky bastards."But he followed them toward the coach regardless.

Inside the ring, Alex and Ippo momentarily paused their sparring, stepping back.

They removed their gloves before hopping out of the ring, approaching the coach with curiosity.

Alex folded his arms. "What's up, Coach?"

Coach Kamogawa crossed his arms. "I have two good news."

Aoki's eyes brightened. "I'm getting a fight?!"

Kimura immediately jumped in. "No way! It's obviously me!"

Takamura leaned against the ring, smirking. "Old man, don't tell me someone finally grew the balls to fight me?"

Coach let out a deep sigh, rubbing his temple. "Calm down, all of you. It's not for you three."

Instantly, their expressions turned uninterested.

Coach ignored them and turned toward Alex and Ippo.

"It's for you two."

Alex raised an eyebrow. "I thought this was just about Ippo?"

Coach Kamogawa grunted. "Then let's start with Ippo first."

He pulled out a poster from under his arm, unfolding it for them to see.

The moment the text became readable, everyone leaned in.

"February 17, 1992"

Aoki and Kimura grinned, clapping Ippo on the back.

"Congrats!" they said in unison.

Takamura simply nodded in approval.

Ippo, a bit flustered, scratched the back of his head. "Thanks, guys."

Coach Kamogawa turned his gaze toward Alex. "And now for you…"

He folded his arms. "Yagi and Shinoda are at the post office right now, sending out the letter of negotiation."

Alex blinked. "For what?"

A slow smirk appeared on the coach's face.

"For your next fight."

There was a brief pause before he added—

"Tracy Spann has accepted your challenge."

The atmosphere in the gym immediately shifted.

Takamura's eyes widened slightly. "Wait, that guy? The one ranked 3rd in the lightweight division?"

Coach nodded. "That's the one."

Kimura whistled. "Damn… this just got serious."

Coach Kamogawa continued. "Tracy Spann isn't just some opponent. He's got a record of 25 fights, 25 wins, and 21 knockouts. That's an 84% knockout ratio."

The gym fell silent for a moment.

Aoki exhaled, crossing his arms. "That means Alex has another victim."

Kimura and Takamura laughed, and even Ippo let out a chuckle.

Alex, however, simply smiled.

Coach sighed, rubbing his bald head. "You're all hopeless."

As he turned to leave, he glanced back at Alex.

"I'll inform you once the fight is finalized."

Alex nodded. "I'll be waiting."

Without missing a beat, he slipped his gloves back on, stepping back into the ring.

Ippo followed, the two resuming their sparring session.

January 2, 1992 – Plainfield, New Jersey, USAInside a gritty New Jersey gym, the sound of punches landing like gunshots filled the air.

In the center of the ring stood Tracy Spann—a 5'9", dark-skinned fighter with a lean but powerful build. He was sparring against a partner mimicking Alex's style, flicking out sharp flicker jabs while moving around the ring.

Tracy narrowed his eyes, watching the rapid jabs come toward him.

SLIP.

With precise head movement, he weaved past the jabs and stepped in aggressively.

His sparring partner, anticipating the rush, threw a quick right cross to push him back.

But Tracy reacted instantly.

He twisted his lead foot left, shifting his weight to subtly deflect the punch.

Then, in one fluid motion—

He twisted his lead foot back right, whipping his hips, and—

BOOM!

A vicious left overhand smashed into his opponent's headgear.

The impact snapped his sparring partner's head back, sending him stumbling onto the ropes.

Tracy didn't stop.

WHAM! A brutal right hook to the body.

BAM! A sharp right uppercut.

CRACK! A devastating left hook to the temple.

His sparring partner's legs gave out, his body slumping onto the canvas.

The gym fell silent, save for the heavy breathing of Tracy and the labored groans of the fallen fighter.

A deep voice broke the tension.

"That's enough, Tracy."

Tracy turned his head toward the voice.

It was Khalil, his middle-aged coach—a dark-skinned man with a firm presence.

Tracy exhaled sharply, stepping back as he removed his gloves.

His sparring partner lay unconscious on the mat.