Shorts talk:To teach a Man to Fish

In the bustling confines of Grassstation, MoNoRi-Chan found himself reluctantly thrust into the role of a financial mentor, tasked with guiding former gambling addicts through the treacherous labyrinth of the market. As he surveyed the motley crew of hopefuls gathered before him, he couldn't help but feel a pang of cynicism – after all, Mr. Market was a fickle mistress, known to reward the fortunate few while mercilessly liquidating the rest.

With a weary sigh, MoNoRi-Chan began his lecture on Perpetual Futures, or Perps, the latest craze sweeping through the trading world. He didn't mince words – Perps were the modern-day equivalent of playing roulette, offering the allure of easy money with the swipe of a finger. But as MoNoRi-Chan knew all too well, the house always had the upper hand, and those who dared to challenge its authority often found themselves on the losing end of the bet.

Yet, despite his reservations, MoNoRi-Chan soldiered on, determined to impart some semblance of wisdom to his eager pupils. He explained the intricacies of the spot market and derivatives, painting a grim picture of a world where fortunes were won and lost in the blink of an eye. And as he delved into the murky depths of funding rates and market dynamics, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease – for every success story, there were countless tales of ruin and despair.

But MoNoRi-Chan wasn't one to shy away from the harsh realities of the market. He knew that in order to survive, one had to be willing to embrace the risks, no matter how daunting they may seem. And so, with a grim determination, he urged his pupils to tread carefully, to approach the market with caution and skepticism, lest they fall victim to its unforgiving grasp.

As the conversation unfolded, the laughter that had once filled the room gave way to a somber silence, punctuated only by the occasional murmur of agreement. For MoNoRi-Chan knew that in the world of trading, there were no guarantees – only the cold, hard truth of the market, waiting to swallow up the unwary and the unprepared. And as he watched his pupils absorb his words with a mixture of fear and fascination, he couldn't help but wonder if he had done them a disservice, introducing them to a world where the stakes were high and the odds were stacked against them. But in the end, he knew that the decision was theirs to make – for better or for worse, they were the masters of their own destiny in a world where the only certainty was uncertainty.