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Welcome to this Kodex walkthrough.In this piece, youâll take the structure you built in Part 1 and pressure-test it against real stressâscheduled shocks, sudden volatility, and your own execution habits.Youâll learn how to hedge defined windows, plug self-inflicted leaks, and measure your system in Râso you stop guessing under pressure and start knowing what actually works.
Ava checks your calendar before she checks the chart.
âWeather is on schedule,â she says, tapping tomorrowâs macro print. âWe donât hedge moods. We hedge windows.â
Same canvas: $10,000 account, ETH long from the plan, $100 max risk, â8% invalidation, +8% / +20% targets. You want to hold the idea. You also want a brain that still works if the floor shifts.
âMost traders choose between shrug or shrink,â Ava says. âThereâs a smarter third: a small, dated umbrella.â
You keep the core positionâ0.4167 ETH (~$1,250 notional at $3,000)âand price out a put. One week, $2,900 strike, $35/ETH premium. On your size, the umbrella costs $14.60âone-tenth of one percent of the account. You donât love paying it. You love what it buys: permission to think.
âSet the window,â Ava says. You anchor the hedge from two hours before the print to the following daily close. The plan stays the plan: your stop is still the thesis breaker, your targets are still where realized truth gets banked. The hedge doesnât replace exits; it softens the randomness between them.
The release hits. You feel the room bend: bid depth collapses, the spread jumps, prints cascade. ETH knifes ten percentâ$3,000 â $2,700âfaster than your pulse can catch it. Your spot sleeve is â$125 on 0.4167 ETH. The put wakes up: intrinsic value about $200 minus the $35 you paid â $165/ETH; on your size, roughly +$68.80. Net, youâre down ~$56, not $125. It still stings. It doesnât scramble you. You can read again.
âUmbrellas donât make sun,â Ava says, watching the book re-fill. âThey keep you from drowning when it doesnât.â
You run the other branch in your head: no drop, a clean rip instead. The put expires worthless; the cost was $14.60âtuition for a quiet mind during a known storm. Small, dated, boring. Exactly right.
If your venue doesnât have options, the tool is different and the principle identical. You short 0.2083 ETHâhalf your spot notionalâon a liquid perp only for the event window. A ten-percent drop earns ~$62.50 on the hedge against ~$125 on spot; you walk away with roughly half the bruise. You close the short when the window closes or the reason disappears. You never let the hedge flip you net short by accident; the umbrella is for rain, not for sailing backwards.
You glance at the pipe map from Chapter 1. âWhat if correlation spikes?â you ask. Ava nods. âThen you hedge the pipe, not your favorite sticker. If majors and your L2 sleeve panic together, use the liquid instrument that actually absorbs pressure. Precision is less important than function.â
Price stabilizes. The book looks human again. Your original stop and targets are still your truth. The umbrella disappears on schedule. The trade remains the trade.
Ava closes your calendar. âHedge dates and data, not nerves. Keep it small, keep it timed, remove it when itâs done. Protection is a tool, not a personality.â
You exhale and realize you never once considered âdoubling to get it back.â That was the umbrellaâs real work.
Pocket anchors
Field drill (2 min ⢠calendar + order ticket)
Open your calendar and mark the next real event for your largest sleeve. Write the exact hedge (e.g., 1-week $2,900 put or 50% notional perp short), the max spend in dollars, and the start/stop time youâll carry it. Stage the order now; cancel only if the tradeâs thesis is invalidated before the window begins.
Ava watches you scroll. Not the chartâyour fills.
âYesterday you survived weather,â she says. âToday we stop sinking from tiny holes you drilled yourself.â
Same canvas: $10,000 account, ETH plan, $100 max risk, â8% invalidation, +8% / +20% targets.
You missed the first clean push out of the range. It happens. What happens next is the real leak. The dashboard lights up with green ticks in other pairs; your fingers move before your rules do. Click. Click. Click.
On the ledger it looks harmless: three small market orders in mid-liquidity alts. In the tape it looks like this: spread widens from $0.003 to $0.012, depth thins, you chase a tick, get a worse fill, and then another. You close them minutes later when they donât âgo.â Fees plus about 0.15% of slippage each adds up to ~$29 per trade on your sizesâ~$87 in ninety seconds. Almost your full dayâs risk without taking a real trade.
Ava doesnât scold. She circles the line: âExecution friction is real P&L.â
âFlat is a position,â she says. âBut only if you let it be one.â
You set a rule together: max three tickets a day, all pre-written before the session starts. Not three impulsesâthree allowed decisions. If the setup you planned doesnât show, you finish with unused tickets. It feels ridiculous to need a leash for your own mouse. Then you try it. The next choppy day you take none. Your P&L curve is a straight line instead of a slow bleed. Boredom visits. Red doesnât.
âGood,â Ava says. âNow decide how you will behave when you are wrong.â
You think about your worst pattern: three losses and then the big one you took to âget it back.â You remember the thud in your chest while it printed against you, the numbness after. Ava writes a single sentence and slides it over:
âThree red trades â half size tomorrow + one day off.â
Itâs not punishment; itâs containment. A circuit breaker for a human brain that runs hot. You run the mental week: three stops at â$100 each (â$300). Under the rule, your next attempt is â$50 max or +$? if it works. The old week ended â$1,000. This one ends â$350 and a decent nightâs sleep. The market didnât change. Your edge to keep learning did.
Ava opens your journal to a blank page. âWrite the things you think youâll remember, then watch how fast you donât.â
You log three columns: Structure seen / Action taken / What would force a change. No poetry. No revenge. When you read it back later, the story is simple: you followed your plan or you didnât. The point isnât blame. Itâs cause and correction. You start catching your own patterns in the words: you chase most when alerts are off and youâre tab-watching; you cut winners early when size is a hair too big; you move stops when you havenât slept. The journal turns fog into handles.
That afternoon gives you a test. ETH wobbles with no structureânoise, not signal. Your hand twitches toward a small-cap thatâs moving on social heat. You look at the ticket capâ0/3 usedâand you still donât take it. The cap isnât there to allow three bad decisions. Itâs there to stop the fourth.
Later, your planned setup actually appears: retest, volume real, risk defined. You take one ticket, calmly. It stops. â$100. You close the platform and go for a walk. The day ends red on purpose, not from a thousand tiny cuts you canât remember giving yourself.
That night you do the math youâve been avoiding: last monthâs fees and slippage across all venues. The number looks like a soft tax you never voted for. You trim one exchange you use out of habit and route more through the book that absorbs size better. You add a rule: no market orders on thin books; if the spread is a canyon, you wait or you pass. The next week, the friction line drops. The setups feel the same. The account doesnât.
Ava closes your notebook. âTidy hands, quiet head. Thatâs not a personality trait. Itâs a system.â
The screen is still. Your breathing is even. You notice something small: you arenât trying to make the market forgive you anymore. Youâre trying to trade cleanly. Thatâs new.
âGood,â Ava says. âNow youâre ready to measure your edge across twenty trades without confusing it with noise you created.â
You put the cap back on the pen and feel the room level under your feet.
Pocket anchors
Field drill (2 min ⢠log + sticky note)
Total last weekâs fees + slippage across venues; write the number at the top of your log. Place a sticky note above your monitor: âMax 3 tickets. No market orders on thin books. 3 reds â half size + 1 day off.â Read it out loud before you trade.
The room is quiet. Charts asleep, order tickets closed, your notebook heavy with ink. Ava sits beside you and doesnât speak for a while. The silence isnât awkward. Itâs earned.
âYou built a hull,â she says at last. âYou sailed through weather without tearing it. Now we stop guessing if it workedâwe measure it.â
Same canvas on the table between youâ$10,000 account, ETH as the training ground, $100 risk per trade, â8% invalidation, +8% / +20% targetsâonly now itâs a reference, not a crutch. The work moved from âwhat should I do?â to âwhat did my system actually do?â
Ava turns your notebook to a clean spread and draws four thin columns, almost like a ledger: Setup â Risk (R) â Outcome (R) â Note. No poetry, no commentary about how the market felt about you. Just the story of your decisions in units that mean something.
âTwenty trades,â she says. âSame playbook youâve been running. We donât change the rules to win. We record what the rules produce.â
You can feel your old impulses looking for a back doorâmaybe skip the losers, maybe round up a winner. Avaâs pen taps the page once. You write the first five trades you can remember without looking anything up: the DCA build, the laddered entry that averaged better than your ego, the stop that fired with a tiny slippage sting, the 1R trim that saved a day from turning red, the target that printed while your pulse stayed boring. Beside each, you write the actual Rânot dollars, not feelings. +2.5R. â1R. +0.33R. +1R. Break-even on the remainder.
âSee how it speaks?â she says. It does. The column strips away the drama and leaves only shape: are your winners big enough, your losers contained enough, your distribution real or imagined? You add five more from last week, then another handful from the month. The page starts to look like a system, not a scrapbook.
Ava asks for one more layer: context you can reproduce. Instead of âbad vibes,â you write âspread widened 6â18 ticks; partial fill; kept size.â Instead of âgreat call,â you write âpipe exposure uncappedâskipped.â Your notes read like instructions someone else could follow. That someone is you, tomorrow.
By the tenth trade, a picture forms: your average loss sits right around â1R as planned. Your average win hovers between +1.7R and +2.2R when you donât cut early. Your hit rate floats near 40â45%, and somehow the line still tilts upward because the compass did its job. The outliers? Two early exits that donated your edge, one oversized impulse ticket youâd promised to stop doing. They arenât mysteries. Theyâre fixable.
âSystems are not opinions,â Ava says, closing your notebook with two fingers. âTheyâre the behavior you repeat under pressure. Youâve got one now. Itâs small, but itâs true.â
You look back over the five chapters you just lived:
Ava stands, but she doesnât leave. âOne more thing,â she says, pointing to the blank half of the spread. âPromise yourself a boring miracle.â
You wait.
âConsistency. Same protocol before every decision. Same unit of risk. Same way you speak to yourself on red days. Small edges only look small up close. Over twenty trades they look like survival. Over two hundred, they look like you were inevitable.â
You imagine the next month: the same checklist at the top of every sessionâthesis, invalidation, R:R ⼠1:2, size ⤠1%, entry plan in steps, stop and targets written where your fear can see them. You picture the journal turning into an honest graph: winners that pay for education, losers that stay the size you chose. You can see yourself choosing flat instead of noise. You can see yourself choosing sleep instead of revenge. You can see a systemânot as a cage, but as a floor.
The room feels level again. You donât need the market to forgive you. You need to keep trading cleanly.
Ava reaches for her notebook and gives you a look youâve begun to understand. âYou didnât remove risk,â she says. âYou shaped it. Now measure it until the shape is yours.â
You nod. Not because the lesson is overâbecause it finally started.
Pocket anchors
Field drill (5 min ⢠tracker sheet)
Make a simple 20-trade tracker with columns: Date / Setup / Risk ($ & %) / Planned R:R / Outcome (R) / Note (one sentence of structure, not feelings). Log every trade until you hit 20. At the end, compute: win rate, average win R, average loss R, and expectancy (avg R). Keep what worked. Rewrite what didnât. Then do twenty more.