Isekai in Hajime no Ippo with Gaolang’s Template

The next morning, the group woke up at the crack of dawn, the dim light of the rising sun painting the sky in soft hues of orange and pink. It was 5 AM, and the beach was serene, with the waves lapping gently at the shore. The salty breeze filled their lungs as Takamura led the group for an early run along the stretch of sand.

Alex, Ippo, Aoki, Kimura, and Takamura began their run, the sound of their feet sinking into the sand and their heavy breaths breaking the silence of the morning. It didn't take long for Ippo to notice something was off. His legs felt like lead, and every step seemed to drain him faster than he expected.

By the time they reached the halfway point of their run, Ippo was visibly lagging behind, panting heavily. His arms swung clumsily at his sides as he struggled to keep up.

Meanwhile, Alex kept pace with Takamura, Aoki, and Kimura without missing a beat.

"Man, look at Makunouchi!" Kimura said, glancing back at Ippo. "You'd think the guy who trains so much would be better at this!"

"Ippo's too used to running on regular roads," Takamura said with a smirk. "Running on sand is a whole different beast. It's great for leg strength and footwork, though."

Aoki, laughing, shouted over his shoulder, "Don't give up, Ippo! Or do you want us to carry you back?"Alex chuckled softly but kept his focus forward, his breathing steady and controlled. He wasn't surprised by his own performance. Running on sand feels

familiar, he thought. It's the Gaolang template that's responsible for this. The conditioning isn't just about punches and defense; it's about the whole body. Balance, strength, endurance—it's all there.

Although the template gave Alex Gaolang's Muay Thai skills, he only used the boxing aspects of it. His punches, footwork, and defense all stemmed from the precision and discipline of Gaolang's boxing style. The residual benefits of the Muay Thai foundation, however, were undeniable, especially in moments like this.

Even if I don't use the Muay Thai techniques, the physical conditioning it gave me is still a huge advantage, Alex thought as he kept pace effortlessly.Takamura cast a sidelong glance at Alex, impressed but trying not to show it. "Hey, Alex, you keeping up fine back there?"

"Easier than I expected," Alex replied, not breaking stride.

"You don't even look tired," Aoki added, slightly annoyed.

By the time the run ended, Ippo collapsed onto the sand, gasping for air. "This… is… tough," he managed between gulps of breath.

"Good for you, though," Takamura said, towering over Ippo with his hands on his hips.

"You want to build those legs and improve your footwork? This is the way to do it."

Kimura grinned. "Don't worry, Ippo. After a week of this, you'll be running circles around us."

Alex helped Ippo to his feet, offering him a bottle of water. "You're doing fine, Ippo. Just need to get used to it."

Ippo nodded weakly, his determination flickering in his eyes.

That NightAfter a long day of training, the group returned to the beach gym they had rented for the week. The facility was modest but well-equipped, perched atop a small hill with a breathtaking view of the ocean.

Ippo and Alex, carrying most of the luggage, trudged up the steps to the gym. The other three walked ahead, laughing and joking.

"Hey, hurry up, rookies!" Aoki called out from the top of the stairs.

"We'd hurry up if you carried your own bags!" Alex shot back, his voice tinged with mock annoyance.

Takamura turned and smirked. "Luggage duty builds character. Or leg strength. Either way, it's a win for you two."

Alex rolled his eyes but kept climbing. Ippo, despite his exhaustion, couldn't help but laugh.

When they finally reached the top, the group settled into the gym's living quarters, their bodies tired but their spirits high. Alex and Ippo exchanged a glance, silently agreeing they were ready to embrace whatever challenges this training camp threw their way.After their exhausting run on the beach and lugging the group's baggage up the stairs to the gym, Alex and Ippo barely had time to catch their breath before the next phase of training began.

"Alright, no slacking!" Takamura barked as he began shadowboxing in front of a mirror. His punches were sharp, his footwork precise. "Let's see what you rookies have!"

Alex and Ippo exchanged tired glances but stepped up. Mimicking Takamura's movements, they began their own shadowboxing. Their punches started strong, but exhaustion quickly set in.

Ippo's movements slowed first, his shoulders drooping as he struggled to keep up. Alex, though slightly steadier, was visibly drained as well, his legs feeling like lead.

"Come on, keep moving!" Takamura shouted, grinning. "You wanted to hang with the big boys, right?"

Even Aoki and Kimura, usually the more relaxed ones, were shadowboxing with vigor, seemingly unaffected by the earlier physical strain. The rookies pushed themselves until their bodies finally gave out, collapsing onto the mats in unison.

"Lightweights," Aoki teased, leaning on the ropes with a smug grin.

"They'll learn eventually," Kimura added, chuckling.

After wrapping up their session, the group headed to their rooms to rest. Alex and Ippo barely made it to their futons before passing out, utterly exhausted.

But Aoki and Kimura, their energy apparently endless, weren't ready to let the night end quietly.

"Hey," Aoki whispered with a mischievous glint in his eye. "What if we wrapped Ippo in his mattress?"

Kimura stifled a laugh. "You're evil. Let's do it."

Carefully and quietly, they wrapped Ippo tightly in his mattress, securing him like a human burrito. Aoki stood back, hands on his hips. "Perfect. He's not going anywhere."

Takamura entered the room just then, took one look at Ippo, and grinned like a maniac. "Hold him steady," he said.

Before anyone could protest, Takamura grabbed the bound Ippo, hoisting him up in the air. With a dramatic flair, he performed a suplex, landing Ippo mattress-first onto a futon.

"W-What's happening?" Ippo mumbled groggily, his voice muffled by the mattress.

The trio burst into laughter, nearly falling over each other. Then, their eyes shifted toward Alex.

"Your turn, rookie!" Aoki declared, pointing dramatically.

Alex's eyes widened. "Not a chance!" he said, bolting from the room.

Aoki and Kimura gave chase, stumbling over furniture as Alex dodged them with surprising agility. The chaotic pursuit ended when Alex managed to dive onto his futon and pull the blanket over his head.

"Fine, we'll let you off the hook—this time," Kimura said, panting.

The night eventually wound down with everyone crammed into one room. Takamura sprawled out on his futon like a starfish,

taking up more space than anyone else. Aoki and Kimura slept relatively normally, though their snores filled the air.

Alex, however, wasn't spared from the chaos. His feet ended up on Kimura's face, while one hand pushed against Aoki's cheek.

Meanwhile, Ippo, still tightly wrapped in his mattress, lay in the corner, mumbling in his sleep.

The room was a comedic mess, full of snores, awkward positions, and muffled laughter—a snapshot of the camaraderie and chaos that defined their time together. It was only the beginning of what promised to be an unforgettable training camp.

To be continued…