The King of Fighters 2001/Team Stories

This page includes English translations for the team stories found on The King of Fighters Official Web Site. You can also find the Japanese version on The King of Fighters 2001 Official Website.

Hero Team
English: http://kofaniv.snk-corp.co.jp/english/history/kof2001_story/index.php?num=hero

Japanese: http://game.snk-corp.co.jp/official/kof2001/fra_story.html

Late in the night, three figures appear at an installation that seems to be some sort of research lab.

"Nuts. This place is empty, too."

A blond-haired man dressed in black rasps. A red protector is attached to the man's right hand.

"We were seconds too late."

A woman gently stroking the whip in her hand mutters.

"This just goes on forever.... Well, I guess I'll look around. ...It doesn't seem like anything dangerous is nearby."

A large man of roughly two meters in height responds while surveying the premises.

To be honest, the three were impatient. Up till now, these three had destroyed quite a bit of NESTS branches. But recently someone appears to be equipped to anticipate their every action. All facilities related to NESTS that they have raided have come up empty.

"How do you suppose they anticipate our every move, Whip?"

The mammoth male wonders out loud...and Maxima cannot suppress his irritation in his query as he ventures an answer.

"I haven't the faintest idea. But we don't know for certain that all of our intel is fresh. So if someone beats us to the punch, we may just have to live with it...."

"...No, I'm sorry. It's not that I don't trust you. But...hey, K', don't you think there are a bit too many mysteries this time around?"

"What are you getting at?"

The blond-haired K' mutters incredulously.

"They're holding another KOF this year, right? Nothing strange about that, happens all the time. But did you check out the roster this time? There's a NESTS team! A NESTS team! Think about it. Why would a secret syndicate that tried so hard to keep itself hidden all of a sudden make such a point of using their name in public?"

"Only a privileged few know about NESTS. It looks like they've surfaced at last."

"Why would it be necessary for those clowns that destroyed an entire city want the world to know their name? Wouldn't it be in their best interests to stay behind the veil...?"

"There's no point trying to reason this out. ...I'm out of here, to our next objective!!"

"?!"

All three assume a combat position. K' asks Maxima in a whisper.

"...Maxima, can you see it?"

"Yeah...I don't know how it concealed itself, but my heat sensors caught them."

The moment Maxima mumbles his answer, the figure moves into action.

"Wh-What speed!"

The figure slips by Maxima's side and appears for an instant in front of K'. Then the figure aims at K' and brings his arm down. Almost simultaneously, K' jams his fists forward, flame shooting from it. A violent roar rips through the darkness, but misses the figure. The fist the form swung at K' is stopped by Whip's bullwhip.

"Tsh, looked like I got a little carried away...."

"Sorry, K'. But you really should try to avoid unnecessary conflict. Well, let's hear your story."

The three bind the man to a chair near the centre of the room that's illuminated by the moonlight seeping in from the window. All three know this man with the pig-tail. He's their "old pal" Lin.

"...Is this, perhaps, the reason for you tailing us?"

Whip sticks a picture in front of Lin's eyes. Lin is clearly affected by it.

"...I thought as much. If you're going to follow us, one day you're bound to meet up with this guy, right?"

"..."

"One of those tight-jawed types, eh? ...Ah, whatever. ...How about it? K', shall we make Lin a teammate and enter the tournament?"

"Do as you like."

"Hey, hey, K', Whip, are you serious? You'll never know when this guy's going to screw us over."

Maxima, clearly rattled, urges his colleagues to reconsider.

"...If you're worried about that, I'd find something else to worry about...."

Lin murmurs dryly.

"Ungh. This guy's quite the hardcase. Well, if K' and Whip are all right with this, I guess I can play along. Well, in the spirit of friendship, let's shake on it..."

As he turns to look back at Lin, he sees that their captive's already long gone.

"What a crud! It's the rules to leave with at least a salutation!"

"Walk it off, Maxima. With Lin as our teammate, the tournament will be a breeze. Don't you think, K'?"

"...."

Without answering, K' takes his leave of the place. Alone, K' looks up at the night sky. My past...my future...they took them both...NESTS...the root of my abilities...Krizalid...Zero...the powers that oppose me...Kula....

"That K' looks like he's got a lot to chew on."

"Yeah, but we've got to bring this to an end at any cost. For all those who have fallen victim to those scum..."

"Yeah, you're right...And for my own sake...I must destroy NESTS!"

"...You said a mouthful."

The two look up at the night sky. The light from the countless stars in the sky pours onto this trio.

Japan Team
English: http://kofaniv.snk-corp.co.jp/english/history/kof2001_story/index.php?num=japan

Japanese: http://game.snk-corp.co.jp/official/kof2001/fra_story.html

"Oomph." Bam!

A large man stands out conspicuously in the gym, and he tosses one Olympic athlete after another down on the mat.

"That's enough for today!"

"Thank you very much!"

The giant removes his judo clothes and begins to wipe the sweat dripping from his granite-firm body. Then, all of a sudden...

"Hey, long time no see, Daimon! This time, more than I care to."

"Well, if it isn't Benimaru!"

"Must be tough being a coach, isn't it...Or are you the manager?"

The two leave the gym, sit on a bench, and begin talking.

"...Benimaru, judging from the circumstances, I don't think you've come to talk about the good old days, have you?"

"Well...as a matter of fact, I got one of these."

Benimaru dramatically offers the envelope to Daimon.

"Is this...an invitation to the King of Fighters tournament...?"

"Yup, that's it. I won't beat around the bush, Daimon. I want you to enter with me."

After a considerable silence, Daimon comes to his conclusion.

"Benimaru...I...."

"I know. It's Kyo, isn't it?"

"That's it...."

"Well, then, what if I told you that Kyo is entering the tournament, too?"

"Kyo, in the tournament?! Have you heard from Kyo, Benimaru?"

"Yup, but we just talked on the phone...It seems that he's in Japan. He told me he's officially entering the tournament."

"Hmm..."

"Care to be teammates again? Eh, Daimon?"

"...Benimaru. Lead the way."

"That's the old pepper, big guy!"

Shingo sits and fidgets on a park bench, illuminated by the moon's rays.

"Mr. Kusanagi. We didn't have to meet in a place like this..."

There's no trace of another human around. To be honest, Shingo is shivering with fear. He's the only one in this park at midnight....

"Oh wow, it's past twelve o'clock. I wonder if Mr. Kusanagi's really going to show up...."

He mutters this while looking up at the moon. ...Then in that instant, Shingo feels the presence of someone behind him. He quickly swivels around.

"...What? ...Guess it was just my imagination...."

"Hey, Shingo."

"Dwaaaagh!"

Shingo panics and looks back in front of him as his name is called. It turns out to be the person that Shingo has been dying to meet all this time.



"Mr. Kusana-aaaaaaagi!"

Shingo, overcome with sheer joy, tries to embrace him, but Kyo bats him away with a single hand. Shingo, carried by his own inertia, crashes "neatly" into the ground, face first.