Got it, part one

The entire Marineford War had slipped out of Rogge's control, thrown into chaos by his sudden move.

The Marines had engaged Whitebeard ahead of schedule, and Whitebeard had not been stabbed beforehand. Although he could not escape the illness ravaging his body, he was still a king. Rogge was satisfied to have fought Whitebeard in this condition.

Raising his hand and looking at the ryuo coiled around it, Rogge gained a deeper understanding of haki.

Yet, unbeknownst to Rogge, someone on the Execution Platform was staring at him, his eyes brimming with disgust.

Garp!

Sensing something, Rogge raised his head and met Garp's gaze. They stared at each other, and Rogge looked utterly bewildered. When did I offend this old man? Why is he looking at me like that?

"Hmph!" Garp snorted and turned away.

"I..." Rogge was dumbfounded. Was this old man warning me?

He finally understood why Kizaru had changed his mind at the last moment. This old man had been exerting pressure from afar. Otherwise, why would Kizaru have gone easy on them yet again?

He was probably warning Rogge too: stay out of the fight and stop getting in the way.

After all, Rogge was sitting right beneath the Execution Platform. The old man probably still wanted Whitebeard to rescue Ace, and Rogge was in the way.

That look had made his message perfectly clear. Get lost, brat. Stop sitting here. When the Whitebeard Pirates come to rescue him, don't block their path. I'm here already. What do we need you for? Get lost!

Rogge got the message. Without another word, his backside practically sprouted legs. Just like Red-Hair dodging Whitebeard's sake bottle, he wriggled away nimbly, slipping off unnoticed and putting some distance between himself and the Execution Platform.

"Buru buru."

As he watched the