Suzuya Juuzou Stitches Novels & Stories

"Oh? That's good. But, I remembered that this finger is the only one that doesn't have any splinter. How did you hurt it?" Javier: "...." It took a lot for Suzie to stop herself from laughing. She asked innocently, "Could it be you hurt it when you folded the bamboo strips?" Javier nodded his head like a puckered chick. "That's right!" Suzie could not hold it anymore and laughed. Javier: "?" Suzie wanted to squeeze Javier's smooth cheeks but she felt her hands were dirty and too rough so she stopped herself in time. She put her forehead to his forehead instead.

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 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.