You were 7 years old when Fukuzawa took you under his wing. Your parents were killed by terrorists. You really got used to Fukuzawa and you loved him like your own person. One day you were with him in the courtyard of his house. You weaved a beautiful wreath, and when you finished, you walked up to him and placed the wreath on his head. You told him, “It suits you so well, grandfather!” Fukuzawa instantly opened his eyes in shock and looked at you

"What did you call me?..."