MakesItAllBackInOneTradeArc

「一本勝負ですべて取り戻す」

This story is based on true story, please read at your own discretion.

In the end of December of 2023, After he blew his trading account "Allahu Portbar" again, The screen flickered, flashing red like a scorned samurai's blade. MoNoRi-Chan, once a proud trading shogun, his account was a sprawling castle of green candles, now faced a wasteland of ashes. One accidental click, one fat-fingered trade, and his digital empire lay in smoldering ruins. But a warrior's spirit burned bright within him. This wasn't the end, it was merely the intermission.

With a steely glint in his eyes, MoNoRi-Chan, now christened "The Sniper," reloaded his trading cannon with 450 THB. He only needs Two measly bullets, 0.02 lots of USD/JPY shorted, fired with the precision of a lone ninja against a horde of samurai. The market, a mischievous dragon, puffed smoke signals of a bull flag, but The Sniper remained calm. He saw beneath the bullish bravado, the tremor of doubt in the price's hooves. It was a bluff, a feint, and he pounced.

As the grueen snake reversed, its bullish flag unfurling into a pathetic bullsh*t flag, The Sniper's meager bullets morphed into golden arrows. Pip by pip, his account, once barren like a scorched desert, bloomed with green oases. By Wednesday, the desert had become a fertile valley, his $20 profit a verdant sapling.

But The Sniper craved more. He eyed the treacherous WTI crude, a beast of its own. With audacious spirit, he loaded another tiny bullet, 0.02 lots, a mere $7.10 wager. (Position size: 20 Crude Oil) This was madness, whispered the cautious voices within, but The Sniper silenced them with a samurai's roar. He was "Sultan" now, ruling a micro-kingdom carved from his own unwavering belief.

And the market, fickle goddess that she is, smiled upon him. The tides turned, favoring his audacious bet. His account equity reached $50, a rickety raft on a stormy sea, reached calmer waters. After cutting a lot of losses, He had $0.05 left, a sliver of hope, and $5.19 in bonus funds, a divine wind at his back.

He ran on fumes, this Sniper, this Sultan, pushing his luck like a gambler at a Vegas table. He uses trailing stops as if he is wearing his suits of a professional Wall Street Trader, adjusting them like a master swordsman parrying blows, refusing to relinquish his hard-won gains.

As the story ends, with the sun setting on his first day of revenge, MoNoRi-Chan; The Sultan/Sniper, sits triumphant. Halfway to his first profit target, his tiny snowball positions transformed into an avalanche of defiance. He is a testament to the indomitable spirit, a warrior king in the realm of pixels and charts. To be continued, indeed.

...But remember, dear reader, this is a tale spun in ink, not a guide to financial prudence. Tread carefully in the markets, for the dragons are as real as the profits, and their flames can be unforgiving, especially to new traders.