Juuzou Stitches Novels & Stories

– Jezebel said. - So, I would use the control and pull the energy in one stitch, the same goes for cuts, it would be like I was sewing, but concentrating the energy in and out, in one stitch? - Tsuki tried. - Yea. – All of them said. - You will start with the hamsters, with minor injuries, channeling energy and pulling. – Jezebel said. - Come on. – Jezebel started pulling the little animals, placing them on Tsuki's lap, giving small cuts. – Now you can start. – Concentrate, channel the energy imagines sewing, but concentrate on closing the wounds. – Jezebel said.

Yet, recalling Bella’s desperate look, Jade chose to proceed. As she began suturing, the others initially found nothing noteworthy—suturing was typically straightforward. But once they saw Jade's unconventional technique, their eyes widened in astonishment. "Miss Severin, why is your suturing different from what we learned?" someone asked, though most were in awe rather than skeptical. Jade’s sutures were hidden beneath the dermis, leaving the surface of the wound with no visible stitching—a rarity in their field, which naturally drew admiration. "Women often care about their appearance. External stitches are unsightly, so I developed this method. It seems to work well," Jade explained, unab

The clothes he used to wrap the wound had already been soaked and he was yet to change it. Being as I gentle as I could be, I unwrapped it until I got to his snow-white skin. I saw the cut he made and knew this wasn't a mistake, only people with suicidal tendencies made such cuts on their skin. I tore a piece of cotton wool which I soaked in spirit before applying it on the bleeding area to clean it up. He flinched a little and I tried to suppress my chuckle. It was good to know that he wasn't that strong as everyone thought he was.

Whatever you do, do NOT pass out! Squeezing the jagged cut together the best I can with one trembling hand while trying to adhere the butterfly stitch proves to be nearly impossible and agonizing. Sweat beads across my brow as I carefully placed the last strip of a butterfly stitch over the seam of the bloody wound. It's still bleeding a little, but no longer gaping open on the side of my arm.

“The first stitch you’ll learn is the whip stitch. It’s the fastest and easiest of all. You can use it to join torn fabric and seal a hole.” Following Annabel’s example, Zen lined the two separate cloths and inserted his needle on the underside of the fabric. Then, he pulled the needle through and repeated the motion. The pattern was simple and repetitive, but Zen’s clumsiness made his stitching uneven. Compared to Annabel’s perfectly spaced stitches on the invisible line, Zen’s stitches were wonky and unstable. Part of his cloth crumpled at a particularly terrible tug that Zen overlooked until it was too late. The end product looked like something a child made.

Luzo added. I nodded. I wasn't going to argue with them. I tried to get more water in Adrian but it didn't work. Even Aklan and Luzo tried to, but nothing worked. Once the wound was clean, Luzo started to rip a shirt apart for bandages. "Doesn't it need stitches?" I asked her before she could continue. They both looked at me with a frown. "I don't know what that is." Luzo said to me. I sighed. I had never stitched someone up, but the gash was too big to let it heal by itself. The slice was 5cm wide.

His wounds were shedding blood profusely. Once Mocha was done, he signaled Cyrus and stepped back. Cyrus motioned Denzel to go ahead. "Master, lit this thread please". Mocha guided him to a thread. Denzel noticed the fine line as the cuts were sewed with the stuffing inside. He turned to Cyrus who was nodded his head in encouragement. With shaking hands Denzel lit the thread with the lighter in his hand and stepped back. Cyrus stepped back too carefully handling the girls. And then it was all fireworks.

She grabbed the water skin and cleaned the wound before she ripped some fabric from another fallen man and tied the string tight around the top and bottom of the gash to slow the bleeding. Aurelia's eyes scanned the area, the best way to help the man was to close the wound with a needle and thread. The woman Zinjo held had some pins in her hair. She jumped from her position and ripped one from the silky black hair. With some effort, she procured some string from a ripped smock on another dead man. The pin had no holes, but at the top was a rounded bulb. She tied the thread near the bulb and hoped it was enough to hold it in place. The man groaned in pain while Aurelia stitched the wound clos

The coarse jute rope hissed as he wrapped it around her upper arms, binding her wrists together before weaving the cord across her chest, securing the knots across her sternum. The Takate Kote instantly pulled her shoulders back, forcing her breasts forward and thrusting her spine into a sharp, arched posture. Without breaking his rhythm, Elijah took a second length of rope and began the Futomomo. He looped the rope around her upper thighs, pulling them wide and securing the knots behind her knees, binding her legs so her center was permanently, brutally exposed. It took a few minutes of silent, highly skilled work. The tension of the knots was firm, precise, and expertly tied to avoid cutti