I became a saint through my son's boasting.

"Ding! Your son boasted that he had skin of copper and bones of iron, and someone believed him, so it became a reality." "Ding! Your son boasted that he was a naturally powerful expert, and someone believed him, so it became a reality." "Ding! Your son boasted that he dared to eat shit..." What is a reclusive master? Someone like me.